Chapter 47
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 47:
She tucked the rest of her belongings into her bag and zipped it shut.
âAppreciate it, officer.â
âNo problem.â
Without another word, Hadley turned and strode out of the police station. Her pace was brisk, her movements decisive.
âHey! Hadley!â Ericâs voice rang out as he hurried after her, struggling to keep pace. âSlow down! Iâll drive you home!â
âDonât touch me!â Hadley whirled around, her eyes flashing with alarm as she shot him a sharp glare.
âStay back!â
Eric halted instantly, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. âAlright, I wonât touch you. I wonât get any closer. Just take a deep breath.â
This was unfamiliar territoryâhe had never seen Hadley this guarded, like a cornered animal prepared to fight back at any moment.
Without thinking, his tone softened, becoming careful and measured. âMy carâs parked just over there. Itâs late. Let me take you home, alright?â
Hadleyâs rigid posture slowly eased.
Fatigue weighed heavily on her, and the thought of another unexpected encounterâor worse, another trip to the police stationâwas too much to bear.
âFine.â She nodded, gripping her bag tightly. âLetâs go.â
Eric exhaled, relieved that she didnât refuse, and guided her toward the car, holding open the passenger-side door.
Instead of getting in, Hadley bypassed it completely, heading for the back seat. She pulled the door open and slipped inside without a word. Eric hesitated before shutting the passenger side door and circling around to the driverâs seat.
As the car cruised through the quiet streets, his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.
Hadley had curled herself into the corner, her eyes shut tight, making it clear she wasnât in the mood for conversation.
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A deep frown creased Ericâs forehead.
This version of Hadley felt unfamiliarâso far removed from the girl he once knew.
Nearly thirty minutes later, they pulled into Silver Villas. He eased the car to a stop and said, âWeâre home.â Yet, the person in the back seat remained silent. âHadleyâ¦â
Glancing back, he found her slumped against the seat, her eyes shut and lips slightly parted. Had she fallen asleep?
Without giving it much thought, he stepped out, opened the back door, and gently nudged her shoulder. âWake up. Weâve arrived.â She remained unresponsive.
âHadleyâ¦â
Eric parted his lips to call her name again but paused. A second thought crossed his mind. Tonight had been a disaster, and much of it was his fault. The least he could do was carry her inside.
He bent down, one arm sliding beneath her neck to support her shoulders, while the other tucked under her knees.
Just as he prepared to lift her, Hadleyâs eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes snapped open.
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