Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia)

---- Thalia didn't hesitate or look back even once. When she returned to the suite, Lucy approached her. "Lia, why do you look so upset?" "Just ran into a lunatic." Lucy's eyes widened in surprise. "What lunatic? What happened?" Not wanting to elaborate, Thalia said, "Let's not talk about him. It's unpleasant." Katie looked over. "Lia, are you okay?" 'Thalia, her face slightly dark, simply said she was fine. Lucy and Katie exchanged glances, tacitly agreeing not to press further.

Lucy tugged at Thalia's arm, swaying it playfully like a child. "Lia, I just sang a song, and Katie said I was off-key. I disagree! Let me sing it again, and you be the judge-see if I'm really off-key." She was deliberately changing the subject, trying to keep Thalia from dwelling on what had just happened. ---- Thalia's gloomy expression eased into a slight smile. "Alright, let me hear it." "Great!" To cheer Thalia up, Lucy intentionally sang off-key, changing her vocal style from before.

In her rendition, the song transformed into something resembling an elementary school poetry recitation. Thalia recognized Lucy's intention and felt touched. She played along, laughing heartily. After a good laugh, Thalia's mood improved, and she even let Lucy persuade her to have a couple of drinks. When the gathering ended, everyone headed out together. In the club's outdoor parking lot. Rupert approached, his eyes filled with concern. "Lia, you've been drinking, so you shouldn't drive.

Let me take you home." Thalia had only had fruit wine with very low alcohol content. Two glasses weren't enough to make her drunk. ---- Her eyes remained clear as she politely declined. "Mr. Winters, thank you for the offer, but I'll go back with Alana. She hasn't been drinking, so she can drive." Nearby, Alana held up the car keys. Rupert's expression didn't change as he nodded. "Alright, drive safely." Thalia made a sound of agreement. "Call me when you get home," Rupert suddenly added.

Thalia looked at him, confusion in her eyes. "Call you? Is there something we need to discuss? Can we talk about it now?" Tenderness filled Rupert's eyes. "Nothing specific. I just want to know you got home safely." ".." Thalia was momentarily silent. "Mr. Winters, I don't think that's necessary," Thalia said seriously. "I have a boyfriend. When I get home, I'll call him to let him know I'm safe. Mr.

Winters, I'm sorry, but my boyfriend gets jealous easily, and I don't want to do anything that might upset him. So, let's skip the call." ---- Though Thalia's tone was gentle, her words cut like a blade into Rupert's heart. He lowered his eyelashes, his gaze dimmer than the yellowish streetlights. "Iunderstand," Rupert said, his voice so soft it scattered in the breeze. Thalia nodded. "Goodbye, Mr. Winters." "Goodbye." Thalia walked away.

Rupert stood rooted to the spot, watching her retreating figure with melancholy. The white McLaren drove off. A sigh sounded in his ear. Justin patted Rupert's shoulder, comforting him. "Brother, maybe you should set your sights on someone else. It doesn't seem like Thalia has those feelings for you. This one-sided love isn't the way to go." ---- Rupert said nothing, walking straight to his Maybach. "Ah, what a stubborn guy," Justin muttered. "Wasting such good looks.

Born with a player's natural gifts but turns out to be a hopeless romantic. It's just like they say-you always want what you can't have."noveldrama