Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 

After taking photos, Asher and Thalia began building a snowman in the courtyard. 

Thalia created an adorable large snowman about half her height. 

She adorned it with a scarlet scarf and a little crimson hat, then used her peach oolong tea–colored lipstick to give the snowman rosy cheeks. 

Asher leaned close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “Those rosy cheeks are utterly enchanting, just like yours when you’re… flustered.” 

Thalia laughed, a delicate blush rising to her own cheeks at his suggestive tone. “Of course they are–this is my very own daughter, after all.” 

After completing the snowman, Thalia brushed the snow off her gloves and looked at their creation with the pride of a new parent. “We simply must give her a proper name, don’t you think?” 

“Capital idea,” Asher’s lips curved upward, his eyes never leaving Thalia’s face. “How about Sugar? It sounds rather like your name, Lia. Sweet… irresistible… tempting…” 

Thalia’s eyes brightened, ignoring–or perhaps enjoying–his playful innuendo. “That’s absolutely perfect. Sugar it is.” 

“Let’s take a family portrait, shall we?” Asher suggested, his smile warm and tender as his hand found the small of her back, drawing her just a fraction closer than strictly necessary. 

“I’d love that,” she replied, taking the camera. “I’ll find someone to help us.” 

Thalia approached the young couple who had been building snowmen earlier. “Excuse me, would mind awfully taking a photo for us?” 

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“Of course,” the young woman took the camera. “Though I’m not terribly familiar with how to use this 

contraption.” 

Thalia leaned in to show her. “The settings are already adjusted. You need only press here.” 

“Right, I see.” 

“Thank you ever so much.” 

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“It’s no trouble at all.” The young woman whispered to Thalia, “You and your boyfriend make such a gorgeous couple. Are you Instagram influencers or something of the sort?” 

Thalia shook her head, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “Goodness, no. And thank you–you’re quite 

lovely yourself.” 

After taking photos, Thalia and Asher visited a famous spot nearby. 

It was a traditional inn with a distinctly historical ambiance. From the carved wooden windows on the third floor, one could see the snow–capped mountains in the distance, embodying the poetic sentiment of “the window frames a thousand years of snow on the western mountains.” 

Most tourists visiting Annecy made a point of taking photos here. 

The town had been trending online for some time, and Thalia had long wanted to visit. She had previously planned an itinerary that included this inn, but Drake had refused to accompany her. 

Drake had never failed to disappoint when it came to dampening enthusiasm. 

“It’s just standing by a window looking at mountains. What’s so special about that? I’ll take you to Switzerland someday–the mountains there are truly worth seeing.” 

Thalia’s excitement had been extinguished by his cold water. Later, when work became busy, she no longer had time to go, and eventually forgot about it. 

Now, more than two years later, she had finally made it. 

Only this time, she was here with Asher. 

A cold breeze blew past, causing Thalia to suddenly sneeze. 

“Chilly, my 

fingers linarling?” Asher pulled up the hood of Thalia’s down jacket and placed it over her head, his 

fingers lingering to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Keep your hood up to block the wind. I can think of much more pleasant ways to make you shiver.” 

“I want to take photos soon, and the hood won’t look particularly fetching in pictures.” 

“You can take it off for the photos. The wind is rather brutal now–be a good girl for me.” 

“All right,” Thalia looked at Asher, her eyes playful. “Are you cold as well?” 

Asher smiled, his eyes darkening slightly. “A kiss would warm me rather thoroughly.” 

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“So you’re not cold then.” 

“Cold or not, I still want a kiss. Call it… payment for services rendered last night.” 

Thalia couldn’t help but smile at him. This man who normally appeared so cool and distant was always 

subtly seeking affection when they were together. 

Like now–by his stance, it was clear he wouldn’t budge until she kissed him. 

Thalia smiled helplessly and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. 

With Asher’s height approaching six feet three inches, he stood more than a head taller than Thalia. Even on her tiptoes, she couldn’t reach him. 

“Lower your head, you impossible man,” the young woman pouted. “I can’t reach you.” 

Asher obediently bent down, bringing his lips closer to Thalia’s, offering himself for her kiss. “Your wish is my command, my lady.” 

The normally imperious heir who never bowed to anyone was willingly lowering his head. 

Only for Thalia Winters would he gladly and willingly bow. 

Thalia hooked her arms around Asher’s neck and kissed him. 

With people passing by, Thalia was too self–conscious for a deep kiss, so she merely gave him a fleeting peck before attempting to pull away. 

Asher suddenly placed his hand on the back of her head, deepening the kiss, his lips urgent against hers, reminding her vividly of the night before. 

When she realized what was happening, Thalia struggled free from his hold, her face instantly turning 

crimson. 

She coughed tactically twice to hide her embarrassment. “Ahem, ahem.” 

“There are far too many people here. We can continue this when we get back,” she whispered, the promise in her voice unmistakable. 

Asher was in excellent spirits, his eyes soft with affection, his lips curved in a satisfied smile. “I shall hold you to that promise, my love.” 

Thalia turned her head, her face still flushed. 

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Suddenly, her expression froze, the smile vanishing from her lips. 

A biting cold wind swept through, and snow began to fall from the sky again. 

Drake Ashcroft stood at the entrance of the inn, gazing at her from afar through the swirling snow. 

Asher also noticed Drake. 

The smile disappeared from his eyes, replaced by an icy coldness that cut to the bone. 

Asher took Thalia’s hand and walked toward Drake. 

Drake remained motionless at the inn’s entrance, watching the couple approach hand in hand. 

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on his khaki coat, melting and disappearing. 

The scene seemed to freeze, time standing still. 

Everything became suspended in this winter afternoon.