Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 32

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nesty radiating from both men

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to Ade, eyes blazing, with bed. Her voice cold wave frozen flame. “Drake,

She’d nursed him through MOROT OR WR Bears in key eyes, yet now the wasted at

Drake’s

“My fiance

crumpled. “You’re

into the ambulance, leaving Drake to be loaded into

the same room. Drake lay in the bed nearest the door, his head swathed in bandages, an IV dripping

inadvertently caught 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

badly?” Her voice carried a tenderness that pierced Drake’s heart more deeply than any physical wound.

like a knife twisting in his chest. This was his Thalia–the woman who’d once stayed awake all night when he had a simple cold, who’d cried at

called softly, then again more urgently when she didn’t

Her complete indifference was more devastating than any show of

what he’d lost. The way she naturally leaned toward Asher, how her

to settle the matter privately. The official formality of assault charges

room with two security personnel, his normally impeccable appearance disheveled from rushing over. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead despite the cool evening.