Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 32

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tuxed to Ade, eyes blazing, with bed. Her voice cold wave frozen flame. “Drake, get out of my Ade.

constricted painfully. She’d nursed him through MOROT OR WR Bears in key eyes, yet now the wasted at his bloody face without an

he?” Drake’s voice

“My fiance

face crumpled.

Thalia was already helping Asher into the ambulance, leaving Drake to be loaded into a separate one.

or administrative efficiency, they were placed in the same room. Drake lay in the bed nearest the door,

entered, her eyes 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 over him in hospital before.

hurt badly?” Her voice carried a tenderness that pierced Drake’s heart more deeply than

steady and careful. Each small gesture of care was like a knife twisting in his chest. This was his Thalia–the woman who’d

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

Her complete

worried glance she gave Asher was another reminder of what he’d lost. The way she naturally leaned toward Asher, how her hand

signed documents agreeing to settle the matter privately. The official formality of assault charges dissolved into a gentlemen’s agreement–typical of how

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