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

neck and turned to him

to Melba. “She mentioned

Melba said, taking the bag. “That place is

emerged from washing

smile, aware they’d crossed paths before

Hadley said, offering Eric a polite, restrained

He tried to ease Joy down. “Joy,

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Joy clung tighter. “Stay,

glancing at

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

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

could he say no

interjected, sensing the tide turning against her. “Our food might not be to

right?”

pumpkin chunks, hard-boiled eggs, toast, sausages, and bacon. Anything catch