Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 32

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eyes widened bastantly at her

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with bed. Her voice cold wave frozen flame. “Drake, get out of my

WR Bears in key eyes, yet now the wasted at his bloody face without an

he?” Drake’s voice cracked.

“My fiance

crumpled. “You’re

the ambulance, leaving Drake to

in the same room. Drake lay in the bed nearest the door, his head swathed in

sight of Drake first. For a fraction of a second, something flickered in her expression–perhaps memory of all those times she’d anxiously watched over him in hospital before. But it vanished instantly as she walked past him without acknowledgment, making her way

movements gentle and deliberate. “Does it hurt badly?” Her voice carried a tenderness that pierced Drake’s heart more deeply than any physical wound.

helped Asher drink water, her hands steady and careful. Each small gesture of care was like a knife twisting in his chest. This was his Thalia–the woman who’d

he called softly, then again more urgently when she didn’t respond. “Thalia,

speaking softly to Asher as if Drake’s voice was merely background noise. Her complete indifference was more

touch, every worried glance she gave Asher was another reminder of what he’d lost. The way she naturally leaned

official formality of assault charges dissolved into a gentlemen’s agreement–typical of how the upper class preferred to handle such

personnel, his normally impeccable appearance disheveled from rushing over. Beads of sweat dotted his