The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2100

"Arnold."

Hearing Asher's gentle, familiar voice, Arnold turned around with tears welling up in his eyes.

Just a few steps away, Asher stood there in a matching black suit, emanating an air of poise and charisma. He had been hiding it under his coat the whole time, unveiling it only now.

At that moment, Arnold, despite his obliviousness or innocence, finally grasped the situation. Filled with excitement, he let out a gasp, "Ah!"

At that moment, a magnificent display of daytime fireworks illuminated the sky, stunning and magnificent.

"Will you marry me? Of all the roses, none have captivated my heart the way you have," Asher said tenderly. He walked toward Arnold slowly, his voice emotional and irresistibly alluring.

In the next instant, Asher got down on one knee, presenting a bouquet of vibrant red roses with both hands.

"Arnold, I love you. Will you marry me?"

rolled down his cheeks as he stood before the one he loved most. In

the roses. He could not

so excited that his breath became heavy and his eyes turned red as he pulled the tearful Arnold into his embrace. "I was right, wasn't I? Whatever

white?" Arnold asked in

I was afraid that if I used red again, you might think I was just reusing leftover flowers to make do." Asher then gently pulled out a silk handkerchief from his pocket

to

that when I see white roses, they remind

and tantalizing as he whispered into his

and composed, could be utterly intoxicating and irresistible when

about Arnold's sanity at

with WhatsApp notifications and calls flooding in. Their

we answer?" Arnold asked

eyes curving playfully. "No. I've booked a presidential suite at a six-star hotel

feeling his cheeks burning. What Asher planned perfectly matched