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

Ernest agreed, a hint of solemnity settling into his voice. “Elissa’s last marriage… left its mark. She has every reason to be cautious.” He turned toward Elissa briefly—his gaze steady, reassuring. “I understand. I’m

thunder in the silent room. Everyone at the table could hear the subtext loud and clear. He knew

a glance, this time without smugness. Neither spoke

know.” Addy’s eyes softened with rare approval. “Mr. Flynn, please, eat more. Don’t

“Thank you, Mr. Holland.”

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join him in his study—there were

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

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

men. After all, few ever refused her. But Ernest didn’t even glance up as he said, “I’d rather you

expected that from him. Not with her charm. Still, she stood there, the fruit plate trembling