Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 16

Perhaps sensing her nervousness, Asher said, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll go up for a shower.”

“Wait.”

He paused, turning back. “Yes?”

Thalia pulled a glass bottle from her bag. “Could you help arrange testing for this milk? I think it might have been tampered with.”

Asher’s eyes sharpened. “Someone’s trying to harm you?”

She nodded gravely. “I think so. Better safe than sorry.”

“Leave it to me.”

He stepped away to make a call.

“Come up. I need you to handle something.” His voice faded as he disappeared around the corner.

Thalia exhaled, finally relaxing.

When she’d handed him the bottle, she’d unexpectedly met his dark eyes. Her heart had nearly stopped.

His eyes were stunning.

No–not just his eyes. His entire face was a masterpiece, and meeting his gaze made her pulse race

involuntarily.

After he left, she surveyed the suite.

Signs of regular occupancy were evident–personal items scattered in the living room, as if someone stayed here often.

Strange. The suite didn’t seem newly booked, but rather frequently used.

Wasn’t he always in London?

She pushed the thought aside–it wasn’t her business.

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Bringing her suitcase to the bedroom, she realized she had clothes and skincare but no slippers for the

shower.

debated mentioning this to Asher, the

stood outside with a tray and

accepted them.

glass of warm milk, and in the bag were new women’s slippers, fresh towels,

toiletries.

for her, she realized, touched by

appeared at the stairs.

“Yes, thank you.”

odd moment. He wasn’t just her

milk’s

“I thought it was

Please, have

the door to his waiting assistant.

tested,” he handed over the suspect

“Right away, sir.”

back, he caught Thalia watching him.

clear, bright eyes held such curiosity, like

in his chest, light as

ruffling her hair gently, just as he had when they were younger.

She looked up from the sofa.

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the sight affecting him more than

as he looked

waiting

his reaction, she continued sipping her milk.

Asher knocked just before her

wake up, Lia.”

her phone:

Perfect timing.

washing up, she found breakfast laid

perfectly poached

down, unwrapped the silverware, and took a bite. Her

my firm!”

the table, Asher merely hummed noncommittally.

what to make

The taste was identical to her favorite breakfast spot–the hollandaise had that same subtle

“Did you get this from

His expression remained neutral.

did you know about

six miles from the hotel, and certainly not a spot tourists would