The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1675

Asher and Arnold were both outstanding men with well-matched figures. Arnold stopped a few steps away, and they looked at each other.

The clear moonlight shone on Arnold’s gorgeous face, casting a gentle, soft glow that made it impossible for Asher to shift his gaze away.

“Asher…” He hesitated.

Asher walked toward Arnold, his eyes shining and his breath heavy.

“Asher, I…”

The next second, Asher wrapped his long arms around Arnold’s waist and pulled him close.

Arnold’s trembling lips met Asher’s.

Their beautiful shadows merged.

After a long time, they separated. Arnold’s lips were moist, and his narrow, fox-like eyes were dazed and hazy.

“This is the first time you kissed me.”

His voice was sullen, soft, and vulnerable, making him seem extremely pitiful.

“Sorry, I’ve made you wait for so long.”

Asher lowered his head, his warm breath spreading at the tip of Arnold’s nose as he grasped his hand tightly, interlocking their fingers.

“From now on, I will take the initiative in everything.”

……

Wyatt’s illness was no longer a secret, and all sorts of rumors about this wealthiest man of Hatchbay were flying around on the Internet. Some even said that he was on his deathbed, but it was kept hidden by the Thompson family due to public scrutiny and stock prices.

Those photos of Asher’s and Arnold’s shocking romance disappeared from the Internet overnight.

Even if someone tried to repost them on social media, they would vanish in a minute.

As long as he could stay, he would surely get the opportunity to regain everything that belonged to him.

That bastard Christopher would not be able to prance around much longer!

……

That night, James, feeling smug and triumphant, hosted a party at Pivotage to celebrate his successful comeback.

Seeing as James had regained favor in the Iverson Group, his “friends” prepared lavish gifts and buttered up to him.

His popularity seemed to return to James in an instant.

It was a scene of debauchery and indulgence in Pivotage.

Under the night sky, a tall figure stood there. The man’s black trench coat fluttered in the wind as he stared at the heavily guarded door. He clenched his fists tightly.