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

and warm breath cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing

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

Asher's arms, but drunk as he was, his body had turned soft, 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

through the room as he strode out

the taller side among men. Yet in Asher's arms, he was effortlessly carried as though he were light

his tongue, trailing behind like a dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix has truly transformed, giving his all

door, he paused

scratched his head. Just now, he could have sworn someone had been watching from

Get out... I do

in the back seat of

was still a man-his fists and feet landed

was careful, as if terrified of hurting

"Urgh-!"

the intense dancing, or maybe the

doubled over, vomiting

the disaster unfold live,