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.”

my hands,” he said, his lips curving into a

moment. “Are you pretending again?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You seemed plenty energetic when you

dignity. “The doctor said I’m still weak. I need rest.” He pointed solemnly at his head. “I had brain surgery, you know? That’s a

Some claimed a man’s true handsomeness

the 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

the moment. “It tastes sweeter when you give it to me,” he murmured,

of the glass a little harder against

new worlds at

slightly, nearly choking, his wide-eyed look of

was wheeled in for follow-up scans—both a CT and MRI—to check the state of

without disturbance, and the

he rested between sessions, Hadley spoke to him gently, her tone matter-of-fact. “You seem stable now. I

expression shifted instantly. His

leaving?” Eric’s voice

haven’t been home in days. Joy’s been asking for me, and today’s