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 your sake,"

made Asher's cheeks flush

thoroughly treat Arnold's wounds, using the

heaving of Arnold's chest did Asher

in the morning. As long as it returns to normal, we should be in the

so much, Dr. Williams,"

me Dr. Williams. It

at Asher and said, "Just call me Yuri, like you

parted slightly, his throat

crisp voice, his eyes brimming

hell a thousand

leave Arnold's side. However, he also could not sleep beside him for fear of accidentally

sleeping on the sofa, making do for the

planned to watch over his

night, exhaustion overcame him, and he fell

scent of ointment and felt

Asher

"Ash..."

he saw the bare-chested Arnold straddling him under the hazy moonlight. Arnold's skin, pale to the