Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78 

The inn had photographers specifically for tourists, charging ten euros per photo. 

Thalia found a photographer to help them. “Would you mind terribly using our camera instead?” 

The photographer took the camera Thalia handed him and looked at it with undisguised admiration. “Good heavens, you’re proper enthusiasts, aren’t you? This camera is rather dear. I’ve been eyeing one myself, but couldn’t quite justify the expense.” 

Thalia smiled. “Just a hobby, really.” 

The photographer grinned cheerfully. “This is my dream camera! I’ll be sure to take several splendid shots for you.” 

Thalia smiled politely. “You’re too kind.” 

“Right then, stand just here, if you would. This angle is absolutely perfect–you’ll capture the mountains in the background.” 

The photographer directed their positioning and helpfully suggested poses. “Sir, could you move slightly -to the left? Yes, that’s it, precisely there. Miss, if you could lift your chin just a touch. Perfect, just like that.” 

As he took the photos, the photographer kept marvelling: “What remarkable craftsmanship! The resolution is utterly extraordinary! Quality truly does have its price, doesn’t it? I simply must save up for one of these!” 

“Now, let’s try another pose, shall we?” 

The photographer looked up from behind the camera and smiled at Asher, speaking with easy familiarity. “You and your girlfriend are extraordinarily photogenic, like film stars really. I feel as though even my casual shots could grace a magazine cover.” 

Asher was in excellent spirits today and, quite uncharacteristically, engaged with the stranger. “Most kind of you to say.” 

His gaze drifted to Drake standing behind the photographer, his face dark as thunderclouds. Asher flashed a victor’s smile, tightening his arm around Thalia’s waist, his fingers splaying possessively across her hip as he drew her closer, his mood brightening considerably. 

Drake watched the affectionate couple with a grim expression, his heart constricting painfully. 

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Unable to bear the self–inflicted torture any longer, he turned and descended the stairs. 

Asher’s lips curved upward in unmistakable satisfaction. 

The photographer, handling his dream camera for the first time, was reluctant to part with it, enthusiastically taking dozens of photos. 

Half an hour later, the photographer reluctantly returned the camera to Asher. 

“I’ll only charge you for two photos, sir. The rest are complementary–my way of thanking you for letting me experience this magnificent piece of equipment.” 

Asher turned on the camera to browse through the photos. “You’ve been rather generous with your 

shots.” 

“Let me see, darling,” Thalia leaned in close, her body pressed against Asher’s side as she peered at the screen. “Your photography skills are truly impressive–these photos are absolutely gorgeous.” 

Thalia looked up at the photographer. “Please, charge us the proper amount. You’re running a business, after all, and we wouldn’t dream of taking advantage of your kindness.” 

The photographer felt slightly abashed at her words. 

The inn’s rate of ten euros per photo wasn’t inexpensive, and few visitors were willing to pay such prices. 

Not only had this couple allowed him to use their superior equipment rather than his own, but they’d initially asked for ten photos, and in his enthusiasm, he’d taken forty or fifty. If he charged them the full rate, it would amount to four or five hundred euros. 

That wouldn’t be right–it would be utterly excessive. He couldn’t fleece them just because they appeared 

to have means. 

The photographer’s conscience prevailed, and he quickly waved his hands. “That’s really not necessary. I’ve taken forty or fifty photos for you. If I charged the full rate, it would be frightfully expensive. Let’s stick with what we agreed–the price for ten photos, one hundred euros.” 

He presented his PayPal details. 

Asher completed the transaction on his phone. 

A moment later, the photographer received a payment notification for five hundred euros. His eyes widened. “Sir, I believe you’ve entered the wrong amount. Let me return the excess.” 

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“There’s no mistake,” Asher replied calmly, putting away his phone. “I never take advantage of others.” 

The photographer was both surprised and delighted. This gentleman was truly generous! What an extraordinary stroke of luck to encounter such benevolent people today. 

Thalia smiled warmly. “Thank you for your help. Consider it a contribution toward your new camera.” 

“I should be thanking you! You’re absolute angels, both of you. Thank you, thank you.” The photographer bowed repeatedly in gratitude. “I wish you a lifetime of happiness together!” 

“How very kind.” 

After leaving the inn, they browsed the nearby market, where Thalia purchased numerous local handcrafted items to give as gifts to her friends back home. 

Deep in the night, snow fell heavily outside, silent and serene. 

By the window. 

Asher’s passionate kisses fell like raindrops, gentle yet insistent against her heated skin. 

Thalia felt dizzy from his attention, her senses overwhelmed by his touch. 

The room’s heating had created a layer of condensation on the floor–to–ceiling windows. Thalia’s hands pressed against the glass, leaving two distinct handprints as Asher’s body curved around hers from 

behind. 

Afterward. 

Thalia’s body felt deliciously languid, too spent to move. 

“Thank you, Asher,” she murmured, her voice a contented sigh. 

Asher lifted Thalia in his arms and carried her toward the bathroom. “What in the world are you thanking me for, my darling?” His voice was rich with affection. 

Thalia gently bit her lip, her eyes meeting his with unusual vulnerability. “For always being by my side, for giving me such singular devotion, for allowing me to experience such beautiful love.” 

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When facing Grace and Lady Blackwood, he had always unhesitatingly chosen her, stood firmly on her 

side. 

Thalia spoke from her heart, her voice tinged with emotion. “Do you know, Asher, you’re so different from Drake.” 

Asher didn’t mind her mentioning Drake, merely asking quietly, “How so?” 

By now, Asher had carried Thalia into the bathroom. 

The bathroom was also heated, making the ceramic bathtub warm even in winter. 

Asher gently placed her in the tub and began running hot water, his fingers lingering against her skin as 

he did so. 

Thalia reclined lazily against the edge of the bathtub, the steam rising around her. “To be precise, you and Drake are entirely different in my heart. Although I dated Drake before, I never felt possessive of him, nor did I particularly enjoy physical intimacy with him. But with you…” She paused, her eyes meeting his with unexpected intensity. “With you, it’s completely different, Asher. I feel intensely possessive of you. I want to hide you away for myself alone.” 

Asher finished preparing the bath and joined her in the tub, the water rippling around them. 

He took a washcloth, dampened it, and gently began washing Thalia’s silky skin, his touch lingering over the places he had so recently claimed with his lips. 

Hearing her words, Asher was deeply gratified. His lips curved upward, his eyes brightening with desire. “How intense is this possessiveness you feel?” 

Thalia mumbled shyly: “Didn’t I just say? I want to hide you away for myself alone. Lock you up so no 

one else can have you. 

“Mmm.” The man lowered his eyes, his emotions seemingly controlled, though his slightly upturned lips betrayed his pleasure. 

“Lia,” Asher called softly, his hand tracing patterns on her skin beneath the water. 

“Yes? What is it?” Her voice caught slightly as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot.