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

Chapter 646:

“Alright.”

Resting against Melba’s shoulder, Joy asked, “What about the missing clip? Won’t we search for it?”

“If it’s truly lost, it’s fine,” Melba reassured her. “We’ll get you a new one next time we’re at the store, okay?”

“Alright.” Joy pondered for a moment and seemed to come to terms with the loss.

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she perked up and waved enthusiastically at Eric. “Bye-bye!”

Eric, still watching them, couldn’t help but return the gesture with a smile. “Bye-bye.”

Melba, both amused and slightly frustrated, tugged Joy along. “You barely know him and yet you’re so friendly! Come on. Let’s head back.” With that, they hurried off.

Eric let out a soft chuckle and shifted his focus back to the parking lot.

“Back so soon?” Hadley asked as she swung open the car door for him. “That was quick.”

“Everything was prepared at the pharmacy,” Eric responded.

As he slid into the driver’s seat, he carelessly tossed the medicine into the back and started the engine.

Was it just her imagination, or did Eric seem to be in a good mood?

Could simply picking up the medicine have lifted his spirits so much? Could something significant have occurred in such a short time? Her curiosity was stirred, but she decided not to ask—it wasn’t important.

They had just left the hospital and were now at Evergrand Mall to pick up a necklace for Nyla that she had sent to the store days ago for fixing.

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Eric glanced at Hadley. “Why don’t you join me? There might be something that catches your eye.”

“I’ll pass.”

Hadley felt the weight of her watch sufficient, wary of accepting further gifts. She gestured for him to proceed. “Please, go on and be quick about it.”

“You really aren’t after much, are you?”

With a playful tap on her nose, Eric commented on her lack of interest in jewelry—a rarity among women, in his experience. Eager not to keep her waiting, Eric quickly went inside the mall. After collecting the necklace at the store, his departure was halted by a sudden thought at the door.

Turning around, he approached the clerk again.

“Could you possibly have any hair clips for young girls?”

A puzzled look crossed the clerk’s face. “Mr. Flynn, what sort of clips are you after? Can you be more specific?”

Eric paused, thinking. “Maybe something with the Minnie Mouse element?”

At that, the clerk brightened and nodded. “Actually, we just got in a designer collaboration.”

She retrieved a set of hair clips from the display. “Does this match what you were looking for?”

The new hairpin was strikingly reminiscent of Joy’s, yet it boasted a luxurious upgrade with white diamonds and a red bow—both delicate and splendid.noveldrama

Eric’s smile broadened at the thought of Joy donning them. She would undoubtedly adore them.

“Perfect.” He told the clerk, “There’s no need for wrapping. I’ll take them just like this.”

“Very well, Mr. Flynn.”

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