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

Chapter 1306:

As the door closed behind her, Locke reached up and tugged on Ernest’s sleeve. “Dad.” His lips were pressed into a pout, clearly displeased.

Ernest could already guess the reason for his mood and spoke gently. “It’s not that I didn’t want to drive her home. She said she preferred to take the subway.”

“You could’ve insisted more!” Locke said with a frown.

“Insisted?”

Ernest let out a small laugh. “You’ve really learned some big words lately, haven’t you? But you’ll learn this someday: not every woman responds to persistence. At least not Miss Holland.”

“Humph!” Locke crossed his arms, still not satisfied with the explanation. Then his eyes lit up mischievously. “Dad, I know who Miss Holland was talking to on the phone.”

Before Ernest could react, the boy turned and dashed back into the house.

Ernest’s eyes widened slightly, and he hurried after him. “What do you mean you know? Who was she talking to?”

replied smugly, raising his chin. “You didn’t take her

his fault

nod. “Okay, since you said that… I’ll tell

Was she seeing someone new? Or had she reconciled with

away for work, and the only reason he knew this was because Eric had mentioned it in

he and Eric were no longer living under the same roof, their connection had never

Millland Road to

subtle breath of relief

begins

palm up with expectation. “Can I borrow

do you need it for?” Ernest asked, raising his eyebrows with a skeptical

Holland’s number

“Yes, I do.”

message her. It’s raining so hard, and you didn’t drive her home. Don’t you think we need

strong sense of consideration and a surprisingly clear grasp of social