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.”

his

again?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You seemed plenty energetic when you were chasing after

weak. I need rest.” He pointed solemnly at his head. “I had brain surgery, you know?

man’s true handsomeness revealed itself with

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

sips, savoring the moment. “It

a little harder against his mouth,

worlds at

nearly choking, his wide-eyed look of innocence earning no sympathy

scans—both a CT and MRI—to check the state of his recovery. The results

without disturbance, and the

morning, Eric began his early round of treatment. While he rested between sessions, Hadley spoke to him gently, her tone matter-of-fact. “You seem stable now. I was thinking… I’ll head back home this afternoon. Just for a day. I’ll return

shifted instantly.

leaving?” Eric’s

home in days. Joy’s been