Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 32

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

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“My fiance

face crumpled. “You’re lying…”

was already helping Asher into the ambulance, leaving Drake to be loaded into

or administrative efficiency, they were placed in the same room. Drake lay in the bed nearest the door, his head swathed in bandages, an IV dripping steadily.

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. But it vanished instantly as she walked past him without acknowledgment, making her way to Asher’s bedside.

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

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 the smallest

softly, then again more urgently when she

background noise. Her complete indifference was more devastating

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

the matter privately. The official formality of assault charges dissolved into a gentlemen’s agreement–typical of how the upper class preferred

into the room with two security personnel, his normally impeccable appearance disheveled from rushing over.