The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Chapter 2464

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.

Yuri thought, 'Is this still The Matrix that I knew? How unbelievably shameless!'

Asher's intoxicating voice and warm breath cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing a tingling sensation that made the latter tremble.

Arnold's vision wavered. Slowly, he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face before him. Rage and agony exploded in his chest.

He struggled in 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 away... Don't touch me!"

However, Asher would not give Arnold another chance to push him away. He lifted Arnold into his arms, leaping off the stage in one fluid movement.

Gasps of shock rippled through the room as he strode out without hesitation.

At six feet tall, 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 had always been a part of Asher.

Yuri clicked his tongue, trailing behind like a dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix has truly transformed, giving his all without holding anything back.'

Asher's imposing figure disappeared from the nightclub. Just as Yuri reached the door, he paused suddenly, then spun around, only to find nothing behind him.

"Strange..." He scratched his head. Just now, he could have sworn someone had been watching from the shadows.

"Asher... Get out... I do not want to see you!"

Asher placed Arnold in the back seat of the luxury car.

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

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

"Urgh-!"

Perhaps it was the intense dancing, or maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's stomach churned violently.

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

Witnessing the disaster unfold live, Yuri felt his scalp explode.

Asher had a serious cleanliness obsession. If it were him, he would have gone insane.

Yet Asher merely reached into his jacket, pulled out a handkerchief, and patiently wiped Arnold's mouth, completely ignoring his own state.

How considerate! It was borderline disgusting.noveldrama

Asher even clung to Arnold, despite such a filthy, messy embrace.

"Arnold, what must I do for you to forgive me?" Asher gently gripped his shoulders, locking onto his tear-soaked, misty eyes.

His voice wavered with each word. "Tell me... What must I do for you to give me another chance?"

Arnold let out a cold laugh.

He stared at Asher with listless eyes, biting his lips so hard it seemed he might draw blood.

"Asher... You want me to forgive you?" His voice trembled with bitterness. "You used me as a substitute and used me to fill the hole in your heart. You used me as an outlet to vent your emotions."

His breath hitched as his rage and anguish tangled together. Tears welled up, but he refused to let them fall. "How does someone as despicable as you even have the audacity to ask for my forgiveness..."

Arnold said through gritted teeth. "Why don't you just die? If you die, then maybe-just maybe I will forgive you!"