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

Chapter 1288:

The moment felt distant, like a dream with no clear beginning or end.

Hadley was the first to wake.

Her body ached, heavy and worn down. A fog hung in her mind, dull and slow.

Eric’s arm was still draped over her waist, his breathing steady.

Not wanting to disturb him, she gently moved his arm aside and slid out from under the blanket. She gathered her clothes from the floor and got dressed in silence.

She looked over at the man still sound asleep—somehow, without even noticing when, this had really happened between them!

He already refused to let her go, and now, things were even messier. Hadley furrowed her brow, wrapped a shawl around her shoulders, and quietly left the room, heading back to her own.

It was five in the morning.

From the shadows near the hallway corner, Ayla stepped forward.

had stayed put all night, too afraid to

turned back, pulling a master keycard from her pocket and unlocking the

Inside, she stepped carefully.

jacket lay on the floor, followed by a shirt,

breath. She was here for the candles—to

planned to handle it after everything

she’d have to sneak

locating the remains of the candles, Ayla slipped into the bathroom. She dumped

slow

“Hadley.”

adventure at

out, a pair of

Eric

he mumbled sleepily,

Eric as he murmured an apology, his voice low and rough. “I overdid it with the drinks last night and wasn’t there to

steered the person in his arms toward the bathroom, his steps