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

Chapter 1083:

“Ought we to rein him in?”

“How do you even do that?”

“Fair point. A broken heart’s not our territory—that is for Cupid to mend.”

All they could do was stand by their friend.

When the night wound down, Marshall took on the task of getting Eric back to Silver Villas.

To his surprise, the living room glowed with light. Marshall assumed it was the housekeeper.

He pressed the doorbell and half-carried Eric through the foyer as he grumbled, “You’re no featherweight, buddy.”

“Back at last?” Linda’s voice called as she glided over in her wheelchair to meet them.

The moment Linda moved closer, the sharp stench of alcohol overwhelmed her senses.

“How much did he

a sheepish laugh. “Well, look who’s

nod. “I came

lay Eric on

paused, unsure. “Should I carry him upstairs

injured legs, then glanced at Eric. “He’s completely out of it. He’ll probably need someone around tonight. My legs are not in great shape

to take care of him?” Marshall asked, visibly

he throws up or needs

of dragging and lifting, he settled Eric onto the sofa. Thankfully, it was spacious enough to make it work for the night. Glancing between the unconscious man and the woman seated in her

appreciate you

updates

“Of course.”

it really alright to

Eric was heavily intoxicated, and Linda was nursing her injured legs. Could

retrieved a blanket and was about to drape it over Eric when