Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 

In the garden, hyacinths released their subtle fragrance as the cold wind brought gentle rain. 

Raindrops landed softly on Thalia’s hair, running down in tiny rivulets. 

Thalia stood in the wind, looking unsteady on her feet. 

Her influenza hadn’t fully subsided, and standing in the cold wind for too long made her head begin to ache again. 

Hearing Asher’s words, Thalia concealed the sorrow in her eyes, raising her gaze to meet his. “Yes, you should remember to take it off in future.” 

Asher’s throat tightened painfully. 

Thalia’s voice was soft, carried to Asher’s ears by the wind. Despite her efforts to hide it, her tone was heartbreakingly fragile. “I understand. When you loved me, it was real. And when you stopped loving me, that was real too.” 

A sudden chill ran down Asher’s spine, quickly spreading throughout his entire body. 

Thalia’s eyes reflected a calm resignation, a serenity tinged with profound sadness. “I admit I couldn’t accept it at first. You promised you’d always be by my side. I couldn’t understand why you changed so suddenly. I tried to find reasons, tried to understand your difficulties, but you said I was deluding myself. Now I understand–who can predict matters of the heart?” 

Asher felt a sharp pain in his chest, a flash of anguish crossing his eyes. 

“Promises only count when you’re in love,” Thalia said, her voice so faint it was nearly lost in the wind. 

As Asher listened to her words and observed her melancholic face, an uncontrollable fear spread through him. 

He suddenly felt terrified. 

He feared that once he resolved the situation with Tom Malfoy, they might never be able to return to what they once 

had. 

He couldn’t imagine a future without Lia. 

Through the rain, Thalia gazed quietly at Asher’s features. 

After a long moment, Thalia smiled at Asher, forcing a lightness into her voice: “Asher, I wish you happiness.” 

Asher’s pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively reached out as if to grasp something, but the young woman had already turned away without a backward glance. The tassels of her burgundy scarf brushed against the back of his 

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hand, a light, tickling sensation. 

Pain etched itself across Asher’s face as he unconsciously took two steps forward, as if to follow her. 

Finally, unable to contain himself, he called out: “Lia…” 

The young woman paused momentarily, but quickly resumed walking. 

She didn’t look back. 

Not even once. 

Asher took two steps in pursuit before suddenly stopping. 

He told himself he couldn’t continue following her. 

If he did, all his efforts would be wasted, and Thalia’s suffering would have been for nothing. 

He had to resolve the threat from Tom Malfoy before he could return to Lia’s side. 

Asher returned to his private residence. 

The spacious room felt cold and empty. 

Asher sat on the sofa, as if his soul had been hollowed out, staring blankly into space. 

The sun set in the west. 

The last rays of sunset illuminated the desolation on the man’s face. 

He sat there alone, motionless, like a statue. 

The daylight faded as dusk descended. 

The room gradually darkened. 

After an indeterminate time, Asher slowly lowered his gaze, staring fixedly at the watch on his wrist. 

After a long while, Asher carefully removed the watch and placed it gently in its box. 

As he closed the lid, a burning sensation suddenly spread in his eyes. 

The feeling was unfamiliar. 

It came suddenly and forcefully, leaving him defenseless. 

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Drip. 

A tear fell onto the metal box. 

The darkness concealed his reddened eyes, but the moonlight traced the outline of his solitary, forlorn figure. 

A few days later, guests arrived at the Blackwood Estate. 

The Fitzgeralds were a distinguished family in London, known for their academic heritage. 

Professor Fitzgerald was a renowned English literature professor at Cambridge University. His wife, Camilla Fitzgerald, was a celebrated contemporary essayist. The couple had only one son, who worked as an Administrative Officer in the local government. Their daughter–in–law was a member of The National Writers‘ Union and a popular novelist. Their granddaughter, Alice Fitzgerald, had completed both her undergraduate and master’s degrees at Oxford University, one of the top–ranked universities in the country. 

Camilla Fitzgerald and Mabel Blackwood, Asher’s grandmother, had long been acquainted, and due to the 

Fitzgerald son’s governmental position, the two families occasionally socialized. 

Before the holiday, Camilla had invited Mabel to a hyacinth viewing party, where Alice Fitzgerald had made an 

impression on Mabel with her conduct and conversation. 

Upon returning home, Mabel had conceived the idea of matchmaking between her grandson Asher and Alice Fitzgerald. 

The Blackwoods didn’t lack wealth, but Mabel favored the scholarly Fitzgerald family over wealthy families like the 

Winters. 

After Mabel shared her thoughts with Camilla, she found that the elder lady’s thinking aligned perfectly with her 

own. 

Camilla had just this one son working in government. If the two families were joined by marriage, the Blackwood connection would certainly benefit her son’s career prospects. 

When Asher refused to visit the Fitzgerald home, Mabel instead invited the Fitzgerald family to their estate.