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

Chapter 1583:

“Thank you, Mr. Holland.” Ernest smiled and then glanced toward Elissa. “About our wedding plans…” he said casually, yet his voice carried weight. “I’ve been prepared for this moment from the beginning. I’m ready.”

Addy blinked, caught off guard, before turning his gaze toward his granddaughter.

Across the table, Elissa was in mid-sip of her soup. At Ernest’s words, she choked on the spoonful, coughing as her eyes flew to him in disbelief.

“Easy now,” Ernest said with a gentle chuckle, leaning in slightly. “Careful—you’re always this clumsy, aren’t you?”

Ernest handed Elissa a napkin with quiet care, and then turned back to Addy as though the interruption hadn’t fazed him.

“I’m a few years older than Elissa,” he said calmly. “At my age, marriage isn’t something I take lightly. I should be thinking seriously about it… Believe me when I say I know exactly what I want—but I won’t rush her. It has to be her decision as well.”

a strained chuckle, still processing Ernest’s earlier declaration. He nodded slowly. “It’s a big decision.

“Elissa’s last marriage… left its mark. She has every reason to be cautious.” He turned toward Elissa briefly—his gaze

and clear. He knew about Elissa’s past, and

stiffened, and Bonnie’s face flushed. They exchanged a glance, this time without smugness.

softened with rare approval. “Mr. Flynn,

“Thank you, Mr. Holland.”

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him in his study—there were a few personal matters he wanted to

Ernest sat on the couch, quietly reviewing work reports on his phone. His brow furrowed slightly,

stood beside him with a practiced smile, holding a plate of neatly arranged fruit. “Is it alright if I sit with

Ernest didn’t even glance up as he said, “I’d rather you didn’t.” His voice was cold,

him. Not with her charm. Still, she stood there, the fruit plate trembling slightly in her hands,