Chapter 154
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 154:
âThenâ¦â Hadley hesitated before mumbling, âDo you want me to do it for you?â
The second the words left her mouth, she regretted them. No one annoyed Eric more than she did.
âOr maybeââ
âHurry up!â Eric cut her off, impatience flashing in his eyes. âJust get it over with. This place is a joke. Not even an elevator.â
Hadley hesitated for a moment, but Eric wasnât having it. âWhat are you standing there for? Do it already.â
âAlrightâ¦â Still feeling a little dazed, Hadley gave a small nod and lifted her hand as she stepped closer.
The difference in their heights became painfully obvious. Without the extra height from her heels, Hadley barely reached Ericâs shoulders, making the contrast between their heights even more noticeable against his towering 6â2â³ frame.
Eric seemed to take note of that too. When Hadley stretched onto her toes, he exhaled sharply and leaned down, clearing his throat. âCan you even reach?â
âI can.â
Hadley gave a slight nod before dabbing the towel against his skin. A soft, fresh scent clung to the fabricâthe same one she always carried.
Eric found himself distracted. With her this close, he could make out every tiny detail of her face. Her skin was impossibly smoothâ¦
Hadleyâs skin was completely unblemished, as if the slightest touch could leave a mark. Ericâs throat felt dry. He swallowed hard.
Absorbed in wiping his face, Hadley didnât notice his gaze. She worked in silence, her touch light and careful.
So, she has this side to her too, Eric thought quietly. The Hadley he remembered wasnât like this. In his mind, she had always been loud, always in his space.
âEric, did you see Danica today?â
gâ²ð ððνðð ð.kððº â ðð²ð»ð¼ð½ ð¬ð±ð®ð¬ð´
âEric, when are you coming home?â
âEric, who was that girl you were talking to? You better spill!â
âEric, donât even think about looking at other girls, and definitely donât smile at them. Got it?â
Eric wondered if things would have turned out differently between them if she had been this soft-spoken before.
âAll done.â Hadley pulled back, lowering the towel.
Snapped out of his thoughts, Eric felt a strange, lingering emptiness.
âDo you want something to drink?â Hadley asked, setting the towel aside and turning to pour him a glass. âI only have water, though.â
âYeah, thatâs fine.â
Eric watched as she moved, then gestured toward the hall. âMind if I use your bathroom?â
âSure, itâs on the left.â
He disappeared inside and returned a moment later, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch.
As soon as his eyes landed on Hadley again, he caught her hesitating. âUh⦠Sorry, I donât have any spare cups. Want me to run downstairs and grab you a bottle?â
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