Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 32

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keeping

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nesty radiating from both men

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widened bastantly at her concern. “Tmn

“Tha ha plended, “whoisher

Her voice cold wave frozen flame. “Drake, get out

painfully. She’d nursed him through MOROT OR WR Bears in key eyes, yet

is he?” Drake’s

“My fiance

crumpled. “You’re lying…”

into the ambulance, leaving Drake to be

in the same room. Drake lay in the bed

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

“Does it hurt badly?”

in his chest. This was his Thalia–the woman who’d once stayed awake all

urgently when

noise. Her complete indifference

glance she gave Asher was another reminder of what he’d lost. The way she naturally leaned toward Asher, how her hand unconsciously rested near his–these small intimacies

privately. The official formality of assault

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