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.

Matrix that I knew?

neck, causing a tingling sensation that made

vision wavered. Slowly, he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face before

body had turned soft, refusing to cooperate. However, the rage in his bloodshot eyes could not be hidden. "Get away... Don't

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

of shock rippled through the room as he strode out

men. Yet in Asher's arms, he was effortlessly carried as though he were light as a feather, as if he had always been a part of

like a dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix has

figure disappeared from the nightclub. Just as Yuri reached the door, he paused

scratched his head. Just now, he could have sworn

I do not want to

placed Arnold in the back seat of the

kicking and flailing. Though intoxicated, Arnold was still a man-his fists and

gaze remained impossibly tender. Every movement was careful, as if terrified of hurting Arnold and causing him

"Urgh-!"

intense dancing, or maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's

lurched forward, clutching Asher, then doubled over, vomiting all over his expensive, custom-made

disaster unfold live, Yuri felt his