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

Chapter 913:

“Focus on your meal,” Melba said, dabbing Joy’s mouth with a napkin.

“Mr. Flynn might be having his own family dinner about now.”

“Alright then.”

As evening progressed, the brief winter day faded quickly into night.

Switching on the TV, Hadley joined the two other adults and Joy on the couch, enjoying some snacks while they watched Joy’s favorite Christmas movie.

Cuddled up in Hadley’s embrace, Joy grew sleepy. “Mom, do you think Mr. Flynn has finished his dinner yet?”

“Not just yet,” Hadley responded, peering out the window to spare Joy any disappointment. “Mr. Flynn might be taking his time, perhaps enjoying a drink.”

“Oh,” Joy muttered, her eyelids heavy. “Do you think he’ll still come?”

“Feeling tired?” Hadley asked gently, not wanting to crush her hopes. “Why don’t you take a short nap? I’ll make sure to wake you when Mr. Flynn gets here.”

hardly keep her eyes open as she nestled deeper into Hadley’s embrace.

“Of course.”

Joy was sound

her to the bedroom, gently laid her down, and made

showed 8:30

forehead, a sense of unease settling in. She pondered Eric’s silence; had he returned to Srixby,

accompanied by Linda, Xander,

Linda. “We

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tired, Linda simply

reached the garage, they

Eric asked, “How many vehicles did

Mr. Flynn,” Phillips

“Take Linda back. Grandma and

“Understood, Mr. Flynn.”

as she turned to Eric. “Aren’t

shook his head. “I’ve got another