Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 177 Chapter 177 "You did that deliberately, didn't you?" Thalia's cheeks burned-this ffrom embarrassment.

That had been an accident! A complete accident! Surely Rupert wouldn't think they'd bean terraty Ksing in her office? It wasn't that she cared about Rupert's feelings, but she genuinely didn't want anyone misinterpreting her relationship with Asher.

Regardless of who that person might be.

Asher tilted his head slightly, regarding her. "Did what?" "You know exactly what you did!" Thalia gritted her teeth. "You deliberately moved closer so I'd accidentally touch your lips, knowing you'd get lipstick on you, specifically so Rupert would see it Admit in Asher shrugged, his lips curved in amusement. "Wanting a kiss was genuine, but I honestly didn't realize there was lipstick involved." "Drop the innocent act," Thalia scoffed. "If you didn't know, why were you smirking at Rupert?" Asher maintained his look of exaggerated innocence. "Was I? It wasn't intentional. I'd just had a little kiss with my darling-I couldn't help smiling from sheer happiness." "Asher Blackwood!" Thalia snapped, grabbing a box of tissues from her desk and hurling it at him.

Asher caught it effortlessly. "Yes, I'm right here!" He was grinning now, his dark eyes dancing with mischief.

"I am not your 'darling'! Stop with these ridiculous terms. I absolutely detest flippancy!" Thalia glared at him, pointing emphatically toward the door. "Now, this instant, get out!" "As you wish." Asher, having finished shredding the papers, obediently headed for the door. "Next you need odd jobs done, I'm at your service." Thalia fumed. "Out!" As Asher left the office, he nearly collided with Lucy Jenkins.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Blackwood." Lucy smiled politely, then froze when she noticed the lipstick on his lip.

"Hello," Asher replied, clearly in excellent spirits.

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Rupert approached with his briefcase, and upon seeing Asher, his tone carried a distinct erige of Blackwood seems to be thoroughly enjoying his role as our office assistant.” "What's wrong with being an assistant?” Asher's expression remained cheerful. “That she'd askto means we're close. She feels comfortable enough to ask favors of me. Notice she doesn't ask you to do Rather telling, isn't it? She's likely too uncomfortable to impose on you-suggests your relationship isn't particularly intimate, wouldn't you say?" Rupert: ".

He'd never encountered someone so adept at twisting reality to suit themselves.

Rupert's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Mr. Blackwood certainly has a unique sense of humor." The lift arrived.

The doors opened, and both men entered.

"Has Mr. Blackwood heard that expression?" In the mirrored interior of the lift, Rupert's handsface was reflected. "Proximity breeds opportunity." Asher smiled dismissively. "And has Mr. Lysander heard the saying 'You don't fish off the company pier"?” Rupert was momentarily silenced.

But he quickly recovered. "Between fishing near the pier and going back to waters that have already proven barren, surely the former offers more promise? The latter has already disappointed, while waters unexplored might yield a fresh catch." In the confined space, tension crackled between the two men, neither willing to concede.

Asher smiled. "Is that so? I rather think differently. Someone who has rejected you once will reject you again. A lack of feeling is precisely that a lack of feeling. Likewise, someone who loved once can love again, because love is love, 14:21 98 5M Chapter 177 and its absence is equally definitive." Rupert's lips tightened, his eyes darkening to unfathomable depths.

"Such confidence, Mr. Blackwood?" Rupert's tone was glacial "How does a wounded heart heal? When someone has loved with their entire being, only to be devastatingly hurt by the person they trusted most-who would be foolish enough to give that person a second chance to break their heart?" Asher's smile faded. He said nothing more.

The lift soon reached the underground car park.

The doors opened.

Asher exited first.

Rupert followed, his expression grim.

We shall see, Asher Blackwood. We shall see.

After work on Friday, Thalia was just leaving her office when she ran into Rupert.

Rupert's demeanor was perfectly normal as he said, "Ms. Winters, there's something I feel I should clarify with you. It's been weighing on my mind." "What is it?" Thalia asked.

"This isn't the place to discuss it," Rupert said. "Fancy a walk in the park nearby? We can talk as we go." Thalia, seeing that Rupert seemed to have something genuinely important to discuss, hesitated briefly before nodding. "Alright." The April evenings were growing longer.

At just after six, the glow of sunset was gradually fading.

The air already carried the promise of warmth.

Thalia wore a light gray suit, her long hair pinned up, with a few loosem few strands being gently disturbed by the evening breeze, creating a beautifully disheveled effect. Rupert found himself momentarily breathless at the sight.

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"That's close enough," Rupert said. "Perhaps they could meet? Children benefit from having playmates their own age. As adults, we inevitably have a generational gap with them-no matter how well we get along, we can't replace friends their own age." Thalia agreed with this sentiment.

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