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.

this to Asher,

staff member stood outside with a tray and bag. “Delivery for Mr. Blackwood,

accepted them.

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

toiletries.

her, she realized, touched by his thoughtfulness.

arrive?” Asher appeared

“Yes, thank you.”

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

“The milk’s for you.”

looked up, surprised. “I thought

Please, have it.”

opened the door to his waiting

tested,” he handed over the suspect bottle.

“Right away, sir.”

back, he caught Thalia

such curiosity,

chest, light as a feather.

couldn’t resist ruffling her hair gently, just as he had when they were

AM.” She looked up from the

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on her lip, the sight affecting him

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

waiting

reaction, she continued sipping

next morning, Asher knocked just before her

to wake up,

checked her phone: 9:59

Perfect timing.

washing up, she found

plate of eggs Benedict with perfectly poached eggs

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

near my firm!”

the table, Asher

what to make of that

spot–the hollandaise had that same subtle hint of

“Did you get this from

His expression remained neutral.

you know about that

six miles from the hotel, and certainly not a