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.

still The Matrix that I knew? How unbelievably

cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing a tingling sensation that made the latter

wavered. Slowly, he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face before him. Rage and agony exploded

to cooperate. However,

Asher would not give Arnold another chance to push him away. He lifted Arnold

rippled through the room as

on the taller side among men. Yet in Asher's arms, he was effortlessly carried as though

dog. 'For Arnold, The

door, he

now, he could have sworn someone had been

I do not want

placed Arnold in the back

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

as if terrified of hurting

"Urgh-!"

maybe the sudden stillness,

forward, clutching Asher, then doubled over, vomiting all

live, Yuri felt