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.

mentioning this to Asher, the doorbell rang.

stood outside with a tray

accepted them. “Thank you.”

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

toiletries.

her, she realized, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Asher appeared at

“Yes, thank you.”

moment. He wasn’t just her childhood neighbor anymore, but

“The milk’s for you.”

she looked up, surprised. “I thought it

habit. Please,

to his waiting assistant.

he handed over

“Right away, sir.”

back, he caught Thalia

eyes held such curiosity, like a small woodland creature.

in his chest, light as

hair gently, just as he had when they were

She looked up from the

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of milk lingered on her lip, the sight affecting

eyes darkened slightly, throat working as he looked away. “Sleep well then. Goodnight.”

waiting for her

his reaction, she continued sipping her milk.

morning, Asher knocked just before her alarm.

to wake up,

phone: 9:59 AM.

Perfect timing.

up, she found breakfast laid

eggs Benedict with perfectly

down, unwrapped the silverware, and took a bite. Her eyes widened. “This tastes exactly

my firm!”

table, Asher merely hummed noncommittally.

to

tried another bite. The taste was identical to her favorite breakfast spot–the hollandaise had that same subtle hint

“Did you get this from The Morning

His expression remained

know

from the hotel, and certainly not a spot