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.

the love of his life, his perfect match. There was no keeping

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

nearly bursting with joy. "Dr. Larson, you

his drawer and took out the birthday gift he had prepared—a luxury watch engraved with both of

you. We

roses close to his chest, Arnold hurried to the underground parking lot, heading

a deafening roar of an

on him, forcing him to shield his eyes with

eye, a black

his body frozen in shock. He wanted to dodge, but it was

slipped from his hands, the delicate petals scattering

sharp sound of brakes pierced the air as the car came to a sudden stop

Cold sweat dotted his forehead as he slowly opened his

of the black car

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

him, feeling a vague sense

for a moment. He bent down and picked up the card

lowered coldly as he read the

countless jewels, but you are the most