The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2263

Two days passed in a blur. It was Asher's birthday.

Last night, Savrow had its first snowfall of the winter. The trees outside were lightly dusted with white, like pear blossoms in early bloom. It was a romantic and enchantingly beautiful scene.

"Dr. Larson, your white roses have arrived."

Arnold was deeply engrossed in studying Justin's medical records and scans when the nurse appeared, holding a large bouquet of white roses. It was only then that he realized it was already the end of his shift.

"Thank you. Just set them on the coffee table."

He curved his fox-like eyes into a smile, his bright and radiant expression even more striking than the snowy landscape outside.

"Dr. Larson, the roses you bought are so beautiful. Who are they for?" The young nurse blushed as she looked at him; her curiosity piqued.

Arnold stretched lazily, his clear eyes sparkling, and a happy flush appeared on his refined face.

"They're for my love. It's his birthday today."

The nurse's face lit up with excitement. "Is it for Mr. Thompson?!"

"Who else could it be?" Arnold's smile was sweet, without any attempt to hide it.

His man was the most handsome in the world. Asher was his treasure, his heart. If it were up to him, he would hang Asher on his belt and show him off wherever he went.

He had finally found the love of his life, his perfect

"Wow... That's so romantic!"

hands, nearly bursting with

prepared—a luxury watch engraved with both of their initials. His fingers lightly

you. We

his chest, Arnold hurried to the underground parking lot, heading toward

a deafening roar of an engine echoed through

instant, a blinding white light shone on him, forcing him

a black

drained of color, his body frozen in shock. He wanted to dodge,

hands, the delicate petals

car came to a sudden stop just a

heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Cold sweat dotted his forehead as he slowly opened his

door of the black

with sharp features and an air of dominance. His every

at him, feeling a vague sense of

scattered rose petals, causing him to pause for a

coldly as he read

world may hold countless jewels,