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 match. There was no

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

nearly bursting with joy.

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

you. We

Arnold hurried to the underground parking lot, heading

an engine echoed through the

white light shone on him, forcing him to shield his eyes

blink of an eye, a black car sped toward him with terrifying

shock. He wanted to dodge, but it was

the delicate petals scattering across the

sharp sound of brakes pierced the air as the car

tried to catch his breath. Cold

the black car

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

you?" Arnold stared at him, feeling

landed on the scattered rose petals, causing him to pause for a moment. He bent down and picked up the card that had

eyes lowered coldly as he read the clean, elegant

world may hold countless jewels,