The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Alcohol muddled the mind, boosted courage, and stirred up one's hidden desires.

"From your expression, it seems like you remembered?" Axel smirked, breathing heavily. "Last time, it was you who hugged me first and wouldn't let go. This time, it's my turn. We're even now."

Roza thought, 'Even? You blatantly kissed me and took advantage of me. Now you have the nerve to say such things?!'

Furious and embarrassed, Roza had forgotten that Axel was her master's elder brother and was ready to slap some sense into him. But she was not as skilled as her master, and being tipsy did not help. Her hand moved slowly. As a result, her hand was easily intercepted by Axel.

The next moment, Roza's pupils shrank, and her heart pounded wildly. Axel slowly placed her hand against his chiseled cheek, his mesmerizing gaze narrowing.

"Don't get angry. You have to take care of yourself." A drop of water trickled down his temple, adding a touch of sensuality to his handsome face. His black eyes were shimmering as he said, "If you still desire my CPR, feel free to give it a try."

Roza blushed like a peach, feeling a

a lot like Asher, just a little understanding of them revealed their completely different personalities. Asher always

his broad shoulders while smiling coquettishly. "Axel, seeing how concerned you are

her eyes and smiled playfully.

you dare to answer me?" She

Thompson's pride and joy. His sons were all entrusted with important tasks. Normal girls could

renowned designer... Although that was a great honor to her name, she had a "murderer" for a mother

with Bella were better, she would never dream of

"I like you."