Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 900:

Melba shuffled over to check. “Who’s there? It’s awfully early…”

Her tone then brightened with surprise. “Mr. Flynn! It’s you.”

“Yes,” Eric replied, standing in the doorway with a bag from Grandma’s Kitchen in hand, a faint smile on his face. “I made a promise to Joy yesterday.”

“What’s that?” Melba asked, clearly out of the loop about the day before.

“You’re here!”

A little blur darted from the bedroom, barreling toward the door. Eric crouched down, scooping Joy up with one arm.

“Good morning, Joy,” he said warmly, lifting the bag. “I brought you some bread.”

“Yay!” Joy’s face lit up with glee. “Thank you!”

Melba laughed. “Did you steal my phone to call Mr. Flynn yesterday, Joy?”

protested, all seriousness. “I missed Mr. Flynn, and he told me I could

turned to him

grin, passing the bag to Melba. “She mentioned wanting bread, so I picked some

taking the bag. “That place is

Hadley emerged from

with a smile, aware they’d crossed paths before but privy to little

offering Eric a polite, restrained

recalling his commitment. He tried to ease Joy down. “Joy, I need to head out

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clung tighter. “Stay,

paused, glancing at Hadley for

Hadley said, her brow creasing faintly. “Mr. Flynn has things

to Eric. “You don’t have time? Not even for breakfast

he say no

her. “Our food might not be to

right?” Melba jumped

toast, sausages, and bacon. Anything catch your fancy? If not,