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.

their relationship low-key? He had finally found the love of his life,

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

round face in both hands, nearly bursting with

luxury watch engraved with both of their initials. His fingers lightly brushed

We

roses close to his chest, Arnold hurried to the underground

roar of an engine echoed through the

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

eye, a black car sped toward him with

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

the delicate petals

of brakes pierced the air as the car came to a sudden stop just a meter

breath. Cold sweat dotted his forehead as he slowly opened his

the black car swung

out, dressed in black, with sharp features and an air of dominance. His

are you?" Arnold stared at him, feeling a vague

him to pause for a moment.

lowered coldly as he read the clean, elegant

may hold countless jewels, but you