The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



A spark flashed across Arnold's narrow eyes. Seeing that the man did not look like he was lying and had no intentions of disrespecting him, the wariness in his heart faded.

Being a naturally curious man, Arnold could not help asking, "Do we really look alike?" "Extremely, especially your eyes. My friend also had a pair of unforgettable fox-like eyes."

The man nodded hard, his gaze locked on Arnold as if unable to look away. "But upon further inspection, you merely look like him on the surface. Your mannerisms are totally different. Sorry... I got the wrong person. I'm so sorry."

"It's alright."

Arnold shrugged casually, "When you go back, you can tell your friend about your encounter with his doppelganger. After all, it's a magical thing to know that there's someone who looks just like him on the other side of the world."

The man shook his head bitterly. "I'd like to, but there's no chance anymore. He passed away many years ago."

Arnold was shocked. "Sorry..."

"It's alright."

Arnold was about to get into his car when the man asked again, "It's rare to meet another countryman in Botvia. I don't have ulterior motives. I'd just like to ask... Where are you from?"

"Hatchbay."

Arnold's sports car swiftly disappeared into the dark night.

"Hatchbay... That person was also from Hatchbay." The man recalled Arnold's beautiful, exquisite face, his gaze darkening.

On the drive back, Arnold glanced at the road covered by snow, thinking about the words of the man he had just met. Inexplicable emotions surged within his heart.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He keenly remembered the name Kairos and was curious how much he resembled this man for someone to mistake him like that.

Before the sports car even reached the estate gates, Arnold could see Asher's tall and lean figure quietly standing under the bright streetlights, wearing a matching wool coat with him. His broad shoulders were already covered with a thin layer of snow.

"Asher!"

Arnold quickly got out of the car and rushed over, throwing himself into Asher's arms

gracefully like a bird returning to its forest.

Asher's long arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into his warm embrace, and asked with a soft smile, "Where did you sneak off to play, little fox?"

"I went to buy food for you. I didn't have time to play." Arnold pouted sullenly, "I went to the famous local pastry shop, thinking to surprise you with breakfast tomorrow morning. Now the surprise is gone."

"It's my fault."

Asher's large palms rested on the back of Arnold's neck, rubbing it softly. His eyes were filled with unmistakable affection. "Every day is a surprise with you by my side. I'm already satisfied."

Arnold narrowed his eyes. "I remember you weren't so slick with your tongue in the past. Where did you learn all these?"

"When you meet your one true love, it just comes naturally." The man's dark eyes were overflowing with love.

Their warm breaths merged into one. Their matching figures stood in the snowy night, and everything was as beautiful as a dream.

The sports car drove through the estate gate steadily.

After a while, a car without headlights quietly appeared from the dark, stopping at the gate where Asher and Arnold had lingered.