The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

That gaze was filled with burning emotions--both affectionate and sorrowful.

Asher looked at the man in front of him, his gaze blurring, before sharpening again.

"Are you new here? How much for a night?" Lost in a drunken daze, Arnold smirked like a cunning fox. His slender fingers traced the sharp contours of Asher's face, stroking gently.

"Handsome, I will give you that... but-" Arnold's gaze darkened. "Why do you look so much like someone I hate to death?"

A sharp pang seized Asher's chest, but he seized the moment, wrapping an arm around Arnold's waist. His fingers trembled as he pulled him close.

"I'm a newcomer here. Mr. Larson, would you be kind enough to help me hit my performance target?"

Arnold's fox-like eyes shimmered, unfocused, as he stared up at him.

Asher's eyes reddened, his scorching palm pressed firmly against Arnold's waist. His voice, deep and low, carried a promise.

"I swear, I will not disappoint you."

Down below, Yuri clung to the edge of the stage, eavesdropping on the shameless words spilling from Asher's mouth. A shiver ran down his spine.

'Is this still The Matrix that I knew? How

neck, causing a tingling sensation that made the latter

familiar face before him. Rage and

arms, but drunk as he was, his body had turned soft, refusing to cooperate. However, the rage in his bloodshot eyes could not

away. He lifted

room

in Asher's arms, he was effortlessly carried as though he were light as a feather, as if he had always

dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix has

imposing figure disappeared from the nightclub. Just as Yuri reached the door, he paused suddenly, then spun

could have sworn someone had

I do not want to see

in the back

and flailing. Though intoxicated, Arnold was still a man-his fists and feet landed with

was careful, as if terrified of hurting Arnold and causing him

"Urgh-!"

or maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's stomach churned

over, vomiting all over his expensive, custom-made

unfold live, Yuri