Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 660:

Past experiences gnawed at him, leaving a lingering unease in his gut. Still holding her hand, he suggested, “Why don’t you come along with me?”

“And why would I?” Hadley shot him a pointed look, slipping her hand free from his grasp with a shake of her head. “You go look after her.”

I’d rather stay and finish this film—it’s quite good.”

“Hadley…” Eric tried again, his tone softer. “Must you be so unreasonable?”

Hadley’s patience was fraying now, a trace of irritation creeping into her voice. “It’s bad enough you won’t stay to watch with me, but now you won’t even let me enjoy it in peace? I’m really enjoying this movie.”

“Hadley…” Eric pressed.

But Hadley turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze or offer another word.

Eric watched her in silence for a few lingering moments before finally relenting. “Fine, keep watching.”

He glanced at his watch, mentally calculating the time. “I’ll arrange for Sebastian to pick you up afterward.”

Hadley said nothing.

“I’ll take my leave now.”

This time, Hadley didn’t bother with a reply, merely flicking her hand in a dismissive gesture.

Eric’s brow creased slightly as he exited the theater.

Pausing at the entrance, he hesitated before sending Hadley a quick message.

“If I can wrap things up in time, I’ll come back to fetch you myself. If I can’t make it, please give me a ring when you get home.”noveldrama

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The message went through, but no response followed. Perhaps she was too engrossed in the film to notice? Eric sighed softly.

She would likely see it once the credits rolled.

With that, he left the cinema and made his way to the hospital. By the time he reached the hospital, Linda had been settled into a room and was awake, albeit frail.

“Eric, you came.” Linda propped herself up against the headboard, her complexion pale and wan. “Sorry to drag you all the way here. It’s nothing dire—just low blood sugar from skipping lunch while rushing through the shoot.”

She gestured to the IV drip beside her. “A couple of these, and I’ll be right as rain.”

Then she turned to her agent and assistant with a playful scolding. “You lot always make a mountain out of a molehill.”

“They’re only looking out for you,” Eric said, pulling up a chair to sit by her bedside. “But honestly, with all the wedding preparations on your plate, why push yourself so hard at work?”

Linda managed a faint chuckle. “Well, a job worth doing is worth doing well, isn’t it?”

Her gaze flickered past Eric, a shadow of disappointment crossing her face. “Ernest didn’t come?”

Though Eric harbored his own doubts about his brother, he wasn’t one to speak ill of him in front of others—not even Ernest’s own fiancée. “I told them not to bother Ernest just yet,” he explained smoothly. “Wanted to check on you myself first, so he wouldn’t worry needlessly.”

“Oh.” Linda nodded, accepting his words at face value. “That’s considerate of you. Ernest is still recovering, after all.”

“Indeed,” Eric replied, his tone neutral but his thoughts elsewhere.

Just then, his phone rang in his pocket.

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