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."

a peach, feeling a mix of embarrassment

them revealed their completely different personalities. Asher always carried a mysterious melancholic air about him, while Axel's eyes were forever bright,

suddenly turned the tables, her hands climbing onto his broad shoulders while smiling coquettishly. "Axel, seeing how concerned you

deeply into her eyes and

you dare to answer me?" She

were all entrusted with important tasks. Normal girls could only dream

Roza was only an internationally renowned designer... Although that was a great honor to her name, she had a "murderer" for

him... Even if her relationship with Bella were better, she would never dream of

"I like you."