The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Dinner was quite pleasant.
Upon seeing the dumplings, Wyatt’s mood improved immensely. He even invited Justin to join them for the meal.
At the table, everything seemed proper and formal. However, things were quite the opposite under the table.
Late at night, Asher returned to his study to tackle the towering stack of documents awaiting him.
His father’s illness had already thrown the KS Group into turmoil, and Cameron was making his move to gain assets, which
added to Asher’s headaches.
Fortunately, Asher could stabilize the situation, and the company was back on track.
After working for a while, he finally removed his silver-framed glasses and pinched his nose bridge to relieve the strain.
“Phew, I’m so tired... I wonder when that girl will let me retire.”
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Asher got up and opened it.
“Mr. Thompson.”
Leaning casually against the doorframe in a white lab coat, Arnold’s charming, fox-like eyes curved in a smile. “Are you
interested in a private, late-night massage service?”
Asher’s tired eyes looked him up and down, a deep gaze taking in every detail.
“Since when did you add this to your repertoire, Dr. Larson?”
“Well, I’m a man of many talents.”
Arnold’s eyes brimmed with endless affection. “I’ll always be at your service, whenever you need it.”
Asher felt his throat tightening, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes subtly reddened at the corners.
During the day, Arnold’s white lab coat signified his duty.
But at night, it became a tool of seduction.

Asher’s heartbeat quickened. He turned away, not daring to look at Arnold any longer.
In the next instant, the door closed.
Suddenly, Asher felt something around his waist as Arnold embraced him from behind, the.net bodies melding as one.
belongs to FindNovel.no Col.net “Ash, I’ve missed you so much...”
Arnold rubbed Asher’s broad back with his chin, his voice husky and soft. “Even though your room is close to mine, just a wall
away feels like a continent away...
I’m always thinking of you.”
“Ash...”
-“Ash.”
The sudden confession made Asher’s breathing grow heavier, his thoughtsiswirling as his heated
sweaty hand covered Arnold’s hand that was on his waist.
The highly restrained emotions rampaged through ischest, Boiling over undontrollably.
Knock, knock, knockAnother series of leisurely knocks sounded.
Asher did not know how much longer he could hold back, Meybectomorrow, maybe the day after, maybe tonight...
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Following that, Mila’s calm and gentle voice came from outside.