The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2100

"Arnold."

Hearing Asher's gentle, familiar voice, Arnold turned around with tears welling up in his eyes.

Just a few steps away, Asher stood there in a matching black suit, emanating an air of poise and charisma. He had been hiding it under his coat the whole time, unveiling it only now.

At that moment, Arnold, despite his obliviousness or innocence, finally grasped the situation. Filled with excitement, he let out a gasp, "Ah!"

At that moment, a magnificent display of daytime fireworks illuminated the sky, stunning and magnificent.

"Will you marry me? Of all the roses, none have captivated my heart the way you have," Asher said tenderly. He walked toward Arnold slowly, his voice emotional and irresistibly alluring.

In the next instant, Asher got down on one knee, presenting a bouquet of vibrant red roses with both hands.

"Arnold, I love you. Will you marry me?"

The sky erupted in a dazzling fireworks display, with the entire city witnessing this romantic moment. Tears welled up in Arnold's eyes and rolled down his cheeks as he stood before the one he loved most. In front of the person he loved the most, he wept, becoming a beautiful, tearful mess.

"Yes," Arnold replied, trembling with joy as he accepted the roses. He could not stop crying, and his words were choked by sobs.

But that single "yes" meant more to Asher than a thousand words. Asher was so excited that his breath became heavy and his eyes turned red as he pulled the tearful Arnold into his embrace. "I was right, wasn't I? Whatever others have, you will have too."

"Why... Why are all the roses white?" Arnold asked in a trembling voice.

"For Ryan's wedding, they used red roses. I was afraid that if I used red again, you might think I was just reusing leftover flowers to make do." Asher then gently pulled out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and tenderly wiped away Arnold's tears.

"Pft..." Arnold managed to laugh through his tears.

Asher continued, "But the most important reason is that when I see white roses, they remind me of you in your white lab coat."From NôvelDrama.Org.

He kissed Arnold's ear, his breath hot and tantalizing as he whispered into his ear, "But you're far more beautiful than any flower. I know that best."

This man, so regal and composed, could be utterly intoxicating and irresistible when he wanted to be.

He really did not care about Arnold's sanity at times like this!

Just then, their phones started buzzing nonstop, with WhatsApp notifications and calls flooding in. Their families were trying to reach them.

"Should we answer?" Arnold asked softly.

Asher turned off his phone with a smirk, his dark eyes curving playfully. "No. I've booked a presidential suite at a six-star hotel for tonight. We're not going home."

Upon hearing this, Arnold blushed, feeling his cheeks burning. What Asher planned perfectly matched his own desires.

After a sumptuous lunch, Asher held Arnold close as they walked out of the manor, heading toward the car. That afternoon, Asher planned to take his new fiancé on a leisurely tour. Asher had been so busy preparing for the proposal that he had not had time to properly show Arnold around.

Love often came with a sense of indebtedness.

Asher made sure Arnold was safely inside the car first and was about to open the door when suddenly he felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Asher, what's wrong?" Arnold poked his head out to check on him.

"No, it's all good," Asher replied with a gentle smile, lowering his body as he got into the car.

The engine roared to life, and the sports car sped away, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

After some time, a figure crept out from the bushes, staring coldly at the direction they had gone. With a scornful sneer, that person crushed a fallen white rose under his feet.