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.

to

member stood outside with a tray and

accepted them.

tray sat a glass of warm milk, and in the bag were

toiletries.

for her, she realized, touched by his

appeared at the

“Yes, thank you.”

wasn’t just her childhood neighbor

approached. “The milk’s

she looked up, surprised. “I thought it was yours.”

my habit. Please, have

to his waiting assistant.

tested,” he handed over

“Right away, sir.”

caught

such curiosity,

his chest, light as a feather.

he had when they were younger. “Early night? What time should I wake you?”

She looked up from the sofa.

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the sight

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

quickly, not waiting for her response.

to his reaction, she continued sipping her

knocked just before

wake up,

phone: 9:59

Perfect timing.

washing up, she found breakfast

perfectly poached eggs and hollandaise

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

near my firm!”

Asher merely hummed noncommittally.

wasn’t sure what to make of

taste was identical to her favorite breakfast spot–the hollandaise had that same subtle hint of lemon, the eggs were poached to

this

expression

know about that place?”

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