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

bubbled up like spring

the tableau silently—her attentive husband and cherubic daughter framed against the rain-streaked window—a living portrait

settled around her like

harmony, this delicate balance of joy and tranquility, perhaps all her earlier

whether welcomed with laughter

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, when surrender seemed the easiest path.

the main house of the Scott estate, where

preparations continued inside, Hadley supervised Joy’s exploration of rain-washed flowers in the garden. Meanwhile, beneath the stoic portraits of the Scott ancestors, Ferris cornered Eric for a

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his son’s face before releasing a