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.

Eric strode from the sitting

up like spring water, her earlier

tableau silently—her attentive husband and cherubic daughter framed against the rain-streaked window—a living portrait of everything she’d once

perfection settled around her

balance of joy and tranquility, perhaps all her earlier struggles had been worthwhile. No mortal’s journey

to face the horizon, knowing each sunrise arrived, whether welcomed with laughter or tears. Allowing herself to wallow in past disappointments would

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

the three of them navigating puddles en route to the main house of the Scott estate, where Ferris

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

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face before releasing a weighted sigh. “You’re certain