Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 101

Dr. Hawards rubbed her forehead in resignation. “This will only make her despise you more tee is mated to someone who behaves so extremely.”

“Yeah.” Drake lowered his sleeve, his expression vacant. “She already told me that she said. Don’t try anything like that again.’ Doctor, doesn’t that prove she still cares about me?”

Dr. Hawards didn’t follow his line of thinking, deftly changing the subject and redirecting Dear’s thongies.

She gently guided him through the session, providing therapeutic support

The treatment that day lasted nearly four hours.

At the conclusion, Dr. Hawards offered sincere advice.

She recommended that Drake gradually distance himself from this relationship and from the person who dominated his thoughts.

Dr. Hawards told Drake he needed to shift his life’s focus and stop directing his attention toward that person

Drake appeared to listen, even nodding vaguely as he left.

In reality, he hadn’t absorbed a single word.

Stay away from Thalia? That was impossible!

Nightfall brought insomnia for Drake.

He was still living in the apartment next to Thalia’s Tribeca flat, but she had moved out.

The night was silent and still.

Drake lay in bed.

The room was unlit, completely dark.

Drake closed his eyes, and Thalia’s face appeared in his mind, over and over.

Suddenly, a hateful figure forced its way into his thoughts.

Asher gave him a taunting smile, then took Thalia’s face in his hands and kissed her passionately.

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“No! Stop!” Drake suddenly shouted. “Don’t touch her! Get away! Get out!”

yelled like a madman in the darkness

tormented himself by imagining scenes of Asher

please don’t…” Drake curled up on his bed, muffled sobs echoing in the dark room. “No… no…”

six–foot–tall man had contracted into

her afternoon nap and was

threw on a cream–colored fur coat, and went

Mr. Blackwood arranged to cook for

dressed in a black

a moment, please. I should

strangers, she couldn’t simply let

confirm with Mr. Blackwood. I’ll wait right here,”

dialed Asher’s number.

a housekeeper to cook

she’s Mrs. Wilson’s daughter–in–law. Mrs. Wilson is getting too old to come herself, but fortunately her daughter–in–law has learned all her cooking

momentarily stunned.

Mrs. Wilson.

and Asher had once taken

only met Mrs. Wilson and her son, not this daughter–in–law who hadn’t been

Asher had been so thoughtful, specifically asking Mrs. Wilson’s daughter–in–law to

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these small gestures.

instantly, becoming as sweet and

I understand now.”

the call and politely invited Mrs. Wilson’s daughter–in–law

Mary, she was forty–seven years old, and had a daughter two

What would you like for dinner this evening?” Mary entered

recommended them, I’m sure I’ll enjoy everything. I’m not

to shop at Whole Foods. It was my first time in such a place! My goodness, everything was quite dear, but all organic and naturally

somewhat familiar in

much, Miss Winters. I wonder if you remember me–I used to hold you

was momentarily taken

she began to

no need to be so formal. Just call me

it is. Now, where

“Just over

dinner, then. Mr. Blackwood mentioned he’d be joining us this evening. Would a roast chicken with seasonal vegetables

Thalia nodded. “Perfect.”

Asher instructed his driver to take him to

he had purchased the apartment for Thalia.

change of clothes, Asher had arranged for several large