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.

relationship low-key? He had finally found the love

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

bursting with joy.

prepared—a luxury watch engraved with both of their initials. His fingers lightly brushed the finely packaged box, and his eyes were filled with

We

chest, Arnold

of an engine echoed through the cold

white light shone on him, forcing

a black car sped toward

frozen in shock. He wanted to

the delicate petals scattering across

as the car came to a

to catch his breath. Cold sweat dotted his forehead

the black car swung

in black, with sharp features and an air of dominance. His every step carried an overwhelming pressure as

him, feeling a vague

a moment. He bent down and picked up the card that had fallen

eyes lowered coldly as he read the clean,

hold countless jewels, but you