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

Chapter 947:

“Take care, Ernest,” Hadley said with a nod.

She watched him leave, and then turned and pushed the door open without rush.

Inside, Eric sat up in bed, his expression full of mock hurt. “Hadley, didn’t you hear me calling? I thought you left me again.”

Hadley didn’t dignify the complaint with a full response. “Why were you calling?”

“I’m thirsty,” Eric said, lips slightly pouted. “Could you get me some water?”

“Alright.” Hadley gave a soft sigh—half indulgent, half amused—and walked over to the pitcher. “Hold on a moment.”

She returned with a glass of water and held it out to him. “Here you go.”

in my hands,” he said, his lips curving into a pitiful expression

pretending again?” she asked,

rest.” He pointed solemnly at his head. “I had brain

hair, once neatly styled, had been shaved clean for the operation. Some claimed a man’s true handsomeness revealed itself with a shaved head. If that were

bandage, her irritation softening as the reality of what he’d endured tugged at her composure. With a quiet sigh, she lifted the glass to

took a few slow sips, savoring the

of the glass a little harder against his mouth, effectively shutting

new worlds at

spluttered slightly, nearly choking, his wide-eyed look

the state

slipped by without disturbance, and the

him gently, her tone matter-of-fact. “You seem stable now. I

expression shifted instantly. His

Eric’s

been