The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel 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.

His man was the most handsome in the world. Asher was his treasure, his heart. If it were up to him, he would hang Asher on his belt and show him off wherever he went.

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

“Wow… That’s so romantic!”

The nurse held her round face in both hands, nearly bursting with joy. “Dr. Larson, you and Mr. Thompson must stay happy forever!”

Arnold opened his drawer and took out the birthday gift he had prepared—a luxury watch engraved with both of their initials. His fingers lightly brushed the finely packaged box, and his eyes were filled with warmth.

“Thank you. We definitely will.”

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Carrying the gift and holding the roses close to his chest, Arnold hurried to the underground parking lot, heading toward his sports car.

Suddenly, a deafening roar of an engine echoed through the cold air.

In an instant, a blinding white light shone on him, forcing him to shield his eyes with his arm.

In the blink of an eye, a black car sped toward him with terrifying speed.

Arnold’s face drained of color, his body frozen in shock. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.