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.

this still The Matrix that I

warm breath cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing a tingling sensation that made the

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

turned soft, refusing to cooperate. However, the rage

push him away. He lifted Arnold into his arms, leaping

rippled through the room as

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

door, he paused suddenly, then spun around, only to

head. Just now, he could

I do not want

the back seat of

Though intoxicated, Arnold was still a man-his fists and feet landed with enough force

tender. Every movement was careful, as if terrified of hurting Arnold and causing

"Urgh-!"

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

over, vomiting all

unfold live, Yuri felt his scalp