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

Chapter 640:

Those days had faded into silence…

Tonight, all he desired was to celebrate his birthday with someone special, but even that modest hope seemed out of reach.

And the very person he cared for, he had sent away.

Hadley was gone, wasn’t she?

It was bound to happen. After all, her staying had always felt forced.

The night was deep and dark outside. Could she possibly be safe? Eric was filled with regret. Sending her away at such an hour was a mistake.

Mistake; he should have at least waited until morning. He reached for his phone, intent on calling her. Unlocking the screen, he hesitated before shutting it off.noveldrama

Fear crept into his heart…

Knock, knock.

Someone was at the study door again. Eric’s head snapped up as the door swung open—it was Hadley! She hadn’t left?

His expression unreadable, he watched her approach. He bit down on his tongue, pain shooting through him.

This was indeed reality.

“Hey,” she murmured as she drew nearer, her sigh soft in the quiet.

Hadley reached for his hand, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows as she said gently, “You shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach. It’s late, have you eaten? I’ve made some pasta. Would you like to join me?”

Eric’s eyes darted to their entwined arms, and he swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

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She hadn’t left. Instead, she had prepared a meal for him?

However, her next words were resolute. “I actually don’t like pasta.”

For a moment, Hadley was left speechless, her frustration evident. Pleasing him seemed an impossible task.

Nonetheless, she persisted, saying, “I prepared everything myself—it’s not like the ones at restaurants. Why not try it?”

Eric merely raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.

“Come on,” she said, linking her arm with his and pulling him toward the door. “I bet you’ll find the pasta I made exceptionally tasty. There’s also some soup.”

Eric remained silent as Hadley guided him to the staircase.

Arriving at the dining table, two plates of pasta were neatly arranged—one noticeably larger than the other.

The larger plate was set before him, while the smaller portion awaited her. She was cautious about her diet, particularly avoiding late meals.

Eric’s brow furrowed. “You haven’t had dinner yet?”

“No,” Hadley confirmed with a slight shake of her head.

“Tsk.”

With a click of his tongue, Eric couldn’t resist a sarcastic remark. “Was your housemate too stingy to offer you a meal?”

“I didn’t go there to eat,” she replied calmly.

Handing him a fork and spoon, Hadley then scooped up some broth and brought it toward his lips, coaxing, “Try the soup first.”

Eric eyed the spoon warily, pausing momentarily before relenting and opening his mouth.

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