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,

hotel staff member stood outside with a

them. “Thank

a glass of warm milk, and in

toiletries.

she realized,

everything arrive?” Asher appeared at

“Yes, thank you.”

met, creating an odd moment. He wasn’t just

approached. “The milk’s for you.”

“I thought

habit. Please,

the door to his

handed over the suspect

“Right away, sir.”

back, he caught Thalia watching

curiosity, like a small woodland

his chest, light as

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

up from the sofa.

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of milk lingered on her lip, the sight affecting him more than it should.

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

left quickly, not waiting

his reaction, she

morning, Asher knocked just before her

wake up,

her phone: 9:59

Perfect timing.

washing up, she found breakfast laid out.

eggs Benedict with perfectly

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

near my

Asher merely hummed noncommittally.

wasn’t sure what to make of

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

eyed him suspiciously. “Did you get this from The Morning Room behind my

expression remained neutral.

did you know about

from the hotel, and certainly not a spot tourists would know