The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

That gaze was filled with burning emotions--both affectionate and sorrowful.

Asher looked at the man in front of him, his gaze blurring, before sharpening again.

"Are you new here? How much for a night?" Lost in a drunken daze, Arnold smirked like a cunning fox. His slender fingers traced the sharp contours of Asher's face, stroking gently.

"Handsome, I will give you that... but-" Arnold's gaze darkened. "Why do you look so much like someone I hate to death?"

A sharp pang seized Asher's chest, but he seized the moment, wrapping an arm around Arnold's waist. His fingers trembled as he pulled him close.

"I'm a newcomer here. Mr. Larson, would you be kind enough to help me hit my performance target?"

Arnold's fox-like eyes shimmered, unfocused, as he stared up at him.

Asher's eyes reddened, his scorching palm pressed firmly against Arnold's waist. His voice, deep and low, carried a promise.

"I swear, I will not disappoint you."

Down below, Yuri clung to the edge of the stage, eavesdropping on the shameless words spilling from Asher's mouth. A shiver ran down his spine.

still The Matrix that I knew? How unbelievably

down Arnold's neck, causing a tingling sensation that made

the heartbreakingly familiar face before him. Rage and agony exploded

arms, but drunk as he was, his body had turned soft, refusing to

not give Arnold another chance to push him away. He lifted Arnold into his arms, leaping off

the room

Arnold stood on the taller side among men. Yet in Asher's arms, he was effortlessly carried as though he were light as a feather, as if he

'For Arnold, The Matrix has truly transformed, giving

the nightclub. Just as Yuri reached the door, he paused suddenly, then spun around, only to

his head. Just now, he could have

out... I do

in the back seat

a man-his fists and

movement was careful, as if

"Urgh-!"

dancing, or maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's

doubled over, vomiting all

live, Yuri felt