The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2263

Two days passed in a blur. It was Asher's birthday.

Last night, Savrow had its first snowfall of the winter. The trees outside were lightly dusted with white, like pear blossoms in early bloom. It was a romantic and enchantingly beautiful scene.

"Dr. Larson, your white roses have arrived."

Arnold was deeply engrossed in studying Justin's medical records and scans when the nurse appeared, holding a large bouquet of white roses. It was only then that he realized it was already the end of his shift.

"Thank you. Just set them on the coffee table."

He curved his fox-like eyes into a smile, his bright and radiant expression even more striking than the snowy landscape outside.

"Dr. Larson, the roses you bought are so beautiful. Who are they for?" The young nurse blushed as she looked at him; her curiosity piqued.

Arnold stretched lazily, his clear eyes sparkling, and a happy flush appeared on his refined face.

"They're for my love. It's his birthday today."

The nurse's face lit up with excitement. "Is it for Mr. Thompson?!"

"Who else could it be?" Arnold's smile was sweet, without any attempt to hide it.

heart. If it were

he keep their relationship low-key? He had finally found the love of his life, his perfect match. There was no keeping that

"Wow... That's so romantic!"

nearly bursting with joy. "Dr. Larson, you

both of their initials. His fingers lightly brushed the finely packaged box,

We

gift and holding the roses close to his chest, Arnold hurried

an engine echoed through the

an instant, a blinding white light shone on him, forcing him to shield

of an eye, a black car sped toward him with terrifying

body frozen in shock. He wanted to

his hands, the delicate petals scattering across the

as the car came to a sudden stop just a meter away from

chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Cold sweat dotted his forehead as he

door of the black car swung

out, dressed in black, with sharp features and an air of dominance. His every step carried an

Arnold stared at him, feeling a vague sense

landed on the scattered rose petals, causing him to pause for a moment. He bent

as he read the

countless jewels, but you are the

you like eternal light,