Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 101

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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!” 

Drake yelled like a madman in the darkness of his room. 

Again and again, he tormented himself by imagining scenes of Asher and Thalia together, sweet moments and even passionate encounters. 

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

This six–foot–tall man had contracted into a ball, crying uncontrollably. 

Thalia had just woken from her afternoon nap and was feeling rather peckish when the doorbell rang 

She ran a quick hand through her hair, casually threw on a cream–colored fur coat, and went to answer the door in her fluffy slippers. 

“Good afternoon, Miss Winters. I’m the housekeeper Mr. Blackwood arranged to cook for you.” 

Standing outside was a woman approaching fifty, dressed in a black padded jacket, with a kind face. 

Thalia paused. “Just a moment, please. I should check on this.” 

Being cautious with strangers, she couldn’t simply let anyone in. 

“Of course! Please do confirm with Mr. Blackwood. I’ll wait right here,” the woman replied cheerfully. 

Thalia dialed Asher’s number. 

“Did you arrange for a housekeeper to cook for me?” 

“Yes, 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 techniques. I specifically asked her to cook for you, thinking you’d enjoy familiar flavours.” 

Thalia was momentarily stunned. 

She remembered Mrs. Wilson. 

Her mother, Rosalind, had learned her cooking skills from Mrs. Wilson, and Asher had once taken her to visit Mrs. Wilson’s home. 

At that time, Thalia had only met Mrs. Wilson and her son, not this daughter–in–law who hadn’t been present. 

She was touched that Asher had been so thoughtful, specifically asking Mrs. Wilson’s daughter–in–law to cook for her. 

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Women often notice these small gestures. 

Thalia’s heart softened instantly, becoming as sweet and tender as candy floss. 

“Right, I understand now.” 

Thalia ended the call and politely invited Mrs. Wilson’s daughter–in–law inside. “Please come in.” 

During their casual conversation, Thalia learned that the woman’s name was Mary, she was forty–seven years old, and had a daughter two years younger than Thalia who worked as a primary school teacher. 

“Miss Winters, Mr. Blackwood told me which dishes you enjoy, so I’ve purchased ingredients for those. What would you like for dinner this evening?” Mary entered carrying two large bags from Whole Foods Market. 

Thalia smiled. “If Asher recommended them, I’m sure I’ll enjoy everything. I’m not particular–please prepare whatever you think best.” 

“Lovely! Mr. Blackwood specifically instructed me 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 sourced. Should be top quality, very safe to eat.” 

Mary was warm and straightforward, somewhat familiar in her manner, which Thalia rather appreciated. 

“You’ve grown so much, Miss Winters. I wonder if you remember me–I used to hold you when you were little.” 

Thalia was momentarily taken aback. 

With Mary’s comment, she began to recall. 

Thalia smiled. “Please, there’s no need to be so formal. Just call me Thalia.” 

Mary asked, “Very well then, Thalia it is. Now, where might I find the kitchen?” 

Thalia pointed. “Just over there.” 

“I’ll get started on dinner, then. Mr. Blackwood mentioned he’d be joining us this evening. Would a roast chicken with seasonal vegetables and a butternut squash soup be suitable?” 

Thalia nodded. “Perfect.” 

Having finished his work, Asher instructed his driver to take him to Pan Peninsula. 

This was where he had purchased the apartment for Thalia. 

To avoid any future awkwardness about not having a change of clothes, Asher had arranged for several large suitcases filled with new toiletries, bathrobes, loungewear, and everyday clothing. 

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At the door, Asher rang the bell.