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?”

Mr. Flynn, and he told me I

hugged his neck and turned to him for

passing the bag to Melba. “She

taking the bag. “That place is

emerged from

Melba announced with a smile, aware they’d

said, offering Eric a

her eyes and recalling his commitment. He tried to ease Joy

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clung tighter. “Stay,

paused, glancing at Hadley for

her brow creasing faintly. “Mr. Flynn has things to do. He can’t

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

say no to

interjected, sensing the tide turning against her. “Our food

right?” Melba

pumpkin chunks, hard-boiled eggs, toast, sausages, and