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.

'Is this still The Matrix that I

and warm breath cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing a

Slowly, he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face before him. Rage and agony

refusing to cooperate. However, the rage in his bloodshot eyes could not be hidden. "Get

Arnold another chance to push him away. He lifted Arnold into his arms, leaping off the stage

through the room as he strode

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 had always been a part

dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix has truly transformed,

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

now, he could

Get out... I do not want

the back seat

drunken beauty thrashed, kicking and flailing. Though intoxicated, Arnold was still a man-his fists and feet landed with enough force that Yuri

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

"Urgh-!"

or maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's stomach

over,

live, Yuri felt