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

Chapter 1613:

“Is the world coming back into focus, sweetie? Can those beautiful eyes open for me now?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

Joy nodded, her small fingers touching her lips. “But my mouth feels all fuzzy and strange.”

“Oh?” Eric bit back a smile, recognizing the universal complaint of children everywhere. “Perhaps some cake might help? That blueberry one you adore?”

“Yes, please!” Her eyes brightened instantly, sleep forgotten.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” he declared with playful formality.

sitting room toward

spring

cherubic daughter framed against the rain-streaked window—a living portrait of everything she’d once feared

settled around her like a comfortable

delicate balance of joy and tranquility, perhaps all her earlier struggles

forward. She’d learned to face the horizon, knowing each sunrise arrived, whether welcomed with laughter or tears. Allowing herself to wallow in past disappointments would only carve

possessed an optimist’s heart or simply mastered the art of necessary self-deception. Either way, this resolute perspective had sustained her through the bleakest years in Blathe,

found the three of them navigating puddles en route to the main house of the Scott estate, where Ferris and Milly awaited with dinner

inside, Hadley supervised Joy’s exploration of rain-washed flowers in the garden. Meanwhile, beneath the

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son’s face before releasing a weighted sigh. “You’re