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

Chapter 831:

Without a word, Ernest gestured to Quentin. “Go make the necessary arrangements…”

“Miss Holland?” Quentin approached with a calm, reassuring tone. “No need to worry. Miss Pearson couldn’t make it tonight, but we’ve arranged for a caregiver to stay with you. Everything’s been taken care of.”noveldrama

“Alright,” Elissa said softly, nodding as she rose to her feet. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Please, try to get some rest.”

Quentin then turned to Ernest. “Mr. Flynn, we’re ready to go.”

“Good.” Ernest gave a brief nod and started to follow.

“Mr. Flynn!” The sudden call made him stop in his tracks.

He turned, meeting her gaze. Once again, he just stood staring at her silently.

And yet, despite his silence, Elissa could feel his presence—steady, unmistakable—filling the space around her like a quiet force. She opened her mouth, hesitated, and then finally found her voice.

“I just wanted to say thank you. And… goodbye.”

A beat passed.

Ernest’s eyes narrowed slightly, unreadable as always. Then, in that familiar, clipped tone, he replied, “Alright.” Without another word, he turned and walked away.

The sound of his footsteps echoed softly… until it faded. Elissa stood still, the emptiness settling in like a quiet ache. He was gone.

Just then, the caregiver approached. “Miss Holland, I’ll be staying with you tonight. Please don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything.”

Elissa gave a faint smile. “Okay. Thank you.”

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When Hadley stepped out of the dressing room, Eric was already there, waiting with a bright smile and his hand extended. His eyes lit up the moment he saw her. “Let’s go home,” he said warmly, lacing his fingers through hers.

Inside the elevator, the small, enclosed space quickly became stifling. Hadley suddenly pressed a hand over her mouth, her face pale. Eric immediately noticed.

“Are you alright?” He placed a steadying hand on her back. “Do you feel like throwing up?”

She gave a faint nod, unable to speak as nausea swelled inside her. Panic flickered across Eric’s face. There was no trash can, no bag—nothing. And the elevator wasn’t empty.

“Throw up on my hand!” he blurted, thrusting it forward without hesitation.

Hadley shook her head frantically, mortified.

“Okay, okay—what about my jacket?” He began shrugging it off in a rush. “Just use my coat—I’ll catch it with that.”

“Ugh!” But before he could get it off, it was too late. She doubled over, and the vomit came—splattering across his shirt.

Hadley froze, horrified. She hadn’t meant for it to happen, not like this. The sharp, sour smell of bile and half-digested food instantly filled the elevator. Passengers cringed, some turned away, others murmuring in discomfort.

Humiliation crashed over Hadley like a wave. Her face went pale for an entirely different reason now.

“It’s okay.” But Eric didn’t flinch. He stepped closer, wrapped her gently in his coat, trying to shield her from both the odor and the stares. “I’m so sorry, everyone,” he said sincerely, bowing his head slightly. “My wife is pregnant. She’s experiencing morning sickness—it just came on suddenly. We truly apologize.”

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