The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Upon hearing Asher's request, Yuri looked troubled.

"Master Ash, a few of your friend's wounds are exceptionally deep. I'll only have a clearer idea of how to treat it once I finish cleaning the wound up."

Asher stared at the gory wounds. An intense pain coursed through his entire being.

"Some of these injuries will need stitches, and it's unlikely to avoid scarring entirely."

Seeing Asher's expression turn grim, Yuri tried to lighten the mood with a wry smile. "A few scars won't be a big deal for a young man, would it? It might even add some rugged charm to him. Surely, your friend isn't that fussy, right?"

Asher's brows knitted into a tight frown.

Not that fussy?

Arnold avoided any domestic chores and would change his entire outfit if a single speck of grease landed on it.

If he was not considered fussy, then no one would fit that description.

Asher could already imagine Arnold's frantic reaction upon seeing his scarred back.

"No matter what, please try your best to treat him."

I'll use the utmost care for

made Asher's

two hours for Yuri to thoroughly treat Arnold's wounds, using the best medications

when he saw the steady heaving of Arnold's

returns to normal, we should be in the clear," Yuri said as he

you so much, Dr. Williams," Asher

Ash, please don't call me Dr. Williams. It

earnestly at Asher and said,

lips parted slightly, his

a clear, crisp

willingly walk through hell a thousand

not sleep beside him for

up sleeping on the sofa,

intend to sleep. He planned to watch over his

half of the night, exhaustion overcame

scent of ointment and felt a weight on his

willpower, Asher snapped his

"Ash..."

Arnold straddling him under the hazy moonlight. Arnold's skin, pale to the point of glowing, glistened with sweat in the