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

Chapter 970:

After settling things at the hospital, Eric drove Hadley back to Millland Road. She remained quiet the entire ride. Silent, composed, and—very clearly—determined to avoid giving him the slightest excuse to kiss her again.

When they reached her apartment door, Eric lingered for a moment. “I’ll be heading to the hospital early tomorrow, so I won’t be able to pick you up,” he said. “But I’ll drop by the set in the evening.”

Hadley looked at him but said nothing. She knew better than to argue—when Eric had made up his mind, there was little use trying to sway him.

“Go on in.” He reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

“Get some rest,” he murmured. “And remember—stay focused on your role, don’t let people distract you… and stop adding random men on social media. Guys can be… bad news.”

At that, Hadley let out a soft, bitter laugh. The worst one of all was right in front of her.

After leaving Millland Road, Eric returned to Flynn Mansion.

Though he had been discharged, Nyla had insisted he not stay alone at Silver Villas while still recovering. Flynn Mansion, she said, was where someone could at least keep an eye on him.

his way up the stairs, he stopped

He blinked, a little

she said casually, unfazed. She waved her glass slightly. “Just getting

gave

watched her as she disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of her steps echoing softly behind her. His brows furrowed slightly. Did Linda mean anything she had said earlier at

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fleeting rush of emotion. Her bond with Ernest had lasted over ten

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next day, as noon approached,

Ayla dashed up, giving her a cheeky wink.

dragging a chair over to sit across

script in her hands. “You have

had shown up in the middle

said, snapping the script shut.