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.”

have no strength in my hands,” he said, his lips curving into a pitiful expression that was

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

I need rest.” He pointed solemnly at his head. “I had brain surgery, you know? That’s a bit

for the operation. Some claimed a man’s true handsomeness revealed itself with a shaved head.

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

few slow sips, savoring the moment. “It tastes sweeter when you give it

glass a little harder against

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nearly choking, his wide-eyed

afternoon, Eric was wheeled in for follow-up scans—both a CT and MRI—to check the state of his recovery. The results would take a day or two to

disturbance, and the hospital settled into its familiar

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

expression shifted

leaving?” Eric’s

Joy’s been