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

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

he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face

to cooperate. However, the rage in his bloodshot eyes

away. He lifted

the room as

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

dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix

the door, he paused

He scratched his head. Just now, he could have sworn someone had been watching from

Get out... I do not want

back seat of the luxury

beauty thrashed, kicking and flailing. Though intoxicated, Arnold was still a

was careful, as if terrified of hurting Arnold and

"Urgh-!"

intense dancing, or maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's stomach churned

lurched forward, clutching Asher, then doubled over, vomiting all over his expensive,

the disaster unfold live, Yuri felt his scalp