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

Chapter 1310:

“That’s fantastic!” Elissa celebrated, lifting him into the air as he reached up to her. Her balance was a bit shaky as she stood.

“Come on! Let’s go see the paper in my room upstairs!”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

Locke’s excitement was clear; he was eager to share his achievements with Elissa and enjoy her approval.

Ernest, trailing slightly behind, noticed something was off.

He had observed Elissa wobble a bit when standing, a clear sign her ankle was troubling her.

An hour had passed, and Elissa made her way back downstairs. Locke had been taken to bathe by the nanny, signaling it was time for Elissa to leave.

Navigating the stairs was challenging with her sprained ankle; she clung to the handrail, taking each step carefully.

reaching the ground floor,

“Miss Holland.”

observing her with a focused gaze.

“Please join me over here for a

a furrowed brow, Elissa paused, but then slowly approached

to him? Elissa hesitated and muttered, “No, I shouldn’t.” Right as she began to decline, Ernest gently caught her arm,

injured foot. Shocked, Elissa asked,

lifted her

with embarrassment as she tried to shrink away. “Mr.

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Ernest’s brow furrowed, his voice carrying a

to coddle you

quelled her urge to pull away. With the soft glow of the lamp, Ernest examined her ankle, his expression darkening with each passing

shot her a

in knots. What could she say to that? With a quiet sigh, Ernest shook his head, a mix of frustration and resignation in

for a small box on