The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1595

Arnold was still immersed in the intense pheromones emanating from his beloved, unable to extricate himself.

However, Asher’s heart clenched. He forcefully pulled Arnold’s hand away, breaking free from his embrace.

Arnold felt a surge of loss within his chest, his limbs stiffening in response.

“Yes, Aunt Mila.”

Asher responded calmly, turning and opening the door without hesitation.

Outside, Mila stood with a smile. “I knew it. He must be here. I know you two have a good relationship.”

A good relationship.

It was indeed good.

Asher’s eyes flickered, but he could only respond with a shallow smile.

“Arnold, come to my room. I have something to discuss with you,” Mila said, beckoning to her nephew with a smile.

Arnold’s heart pounded.

He cast a deep look at Asher.

However, the man kept his head lowered, avoiding his gaze.

…

Arnold followed his aunt back to her room.

Once Mila shut and locked the door, her previous smiling eyes turned cold.

“Aunt Mils, it’s late. What do you want to talk about with me?” Arnold feigned a yawn, pretending to be tired.

“You need to return home first thing tomorrow morning.”

Mila gritted her teeth and walked to the bedside table. She then retrieved a brown envelope from the drawer and threw it onto the coffee table.

A stack of photos slid out, scattering across the table.

Arnold picked one up, his hands trembling violently, and his face drained of color.

“Aunt Mila… How could you hire someone to investigate me?!”

Those photos were explicit and shocking, depicting him with his various ex-boyfriends in Meridan.

They were a vivid chronicle of his colorful and uninhibited past. They were a scandalous display that could stun anyone.

“Investigate you? Heh, there’s no need for that. My dear nephew is quite the celebrity in the Meridan gay circles, the belle of the socialites.”

Mila’s anger then turned into a mocking laugh. “I obtained these photos without even trying. I almost wished it had been more difficult. Clearly, you don’t care about your reputation. So, why are you pretending to be innocent now?!”

Arnold clenched his teeth. His trembling hands crushed the photos into a crumpled mess, wishing he could obliterate his past self because his aunt was right.