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

Chapter 751:

Hadley clenched her hands, an unshakable resentment rising inside her toward the man who had shattered Elissa’s world.

That evening, Eric arrived at the dance studio earlier than usual. He had come to pick Hadley up for their return to Silver Villas. They were attending a banquet that night, and she needed to change.

As they sat in the car, Hadley stared out the window, her thoughts still tangled in the worry for Elissa.

“Do not be upset,” Eric pulled her into his embrace, gently rubbing her forehead. “As a friend, it is fine to care about her and help her, but in the end, it is her life, and she has to walk her own path.”

“I know.”

Hadley nodded, saying nothing more.

Eric did not understand that she saw her own past helplessness in Elissa. Fortunately, unlike Hadley herself, Elissa had a grandfather she could rely on. Hopefully, with Addy’s intervention, her life would take a turn for the better.

At Silver Villas, Hadley changed into her evening gown, and together with Eric, they headed to the banquet.

As they entered the venue, Eric took two glasses of champagne from a waiter, handing one to her. “Hadley, here you go.”

Hadley frowned and waved her hand. “I will not drink.”

She might be pregnant already as they spoke, so she avoided anything questionable. She took Eric’s glass as well. “You should not drink either.”

𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 → gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸𝖼𝗈𝗺

“Mr. Flynn.”

A business associate of Eric’s approached. During the greetings, their gaze occasionally fell on Hadley.

“Mr. Flynn, this lady… I have never seen you bring her out before.”

Upon hearing this, Eric’s expression cooled. He held Hadley’s hand, about to respond, when she suddenly tightened her grip on his arm, supporting her forehead.noveldrama

“Eric, I do not feel well.”

“What is wrong?”

Eric noticed her pale face and immediately pulled her into his arms. “Let us sit over there and rest for a while!”

With a swift motion, he lifted her off the floor.

“Hey!” Hadley’s face flushed, wanting to struggle but not daring. “What are you doing? Everyone is watching.”

“Let them look; it does not matter.” Eric frowned, unconcerned. “You are not feeling well. Why should I care if they watch?”

Ignoring the curious and envious glances, Eric carried Hadley to the lounge area, placing her on the sofa.

“How do you feel? Where does it hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“It is not that serious.” Hadley chuckled. “It’s probably just that my blood sugar drops.”

They had come directly to the banquet without eating.

Eric realized. “Wait here. I will get you something to eat.”

“Eric…”

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