The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the hotel's rear garden, Justin stumbled to a halt by the pond, gasping for air as though drowning. For a long time, he could not steady himself.

His body trembled as he bent down, grabbed a handful of snow, and squeezed it tightly. The biting cold seeped into his skin but did nothing to relieve the throbbing pain in his temples. His eyes turned scarlet as he shoved the snow into his mouth, swallowing it all.

No matter what he did, he could not suppress it. He needed his medication.

"Young Master Justin? Why are you here?" Clarice's surprised voice came from behind him.

Justin's breath hitched as he clenched the snow in his hand. Veins bulged along his knuckles as he straightened his back and turned to face her.

"Just getting some air," Justin said hoarsely.

Clarice observed him closely, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Young Master Justin, you look unwell. Are you feeling alright?"

"It's nothing." A bead of sweat slipped quietly down his handsome face.

"Young Master Justin, if you run out of medication, you must let me know right away." Her gaze grew colder as she closed the distance between them. "You need to take it on time and in the right amount, or how else will your condition improve? Over time..."

and cut her off sharply. "I'm much better now. I don't need it at

dark glint flickered in Clarice's eyes before she replaced it with a warm smile, gently

and turned

inches apart. Clarice looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes,

there unintentionally. Her heart skipped painfully as she quickly ducked behind a rock formation, hiding herself. Yet, unable to resist, she peered through a gap between the stones, watching the

smile sweetly, almost like a girl experiencing

of her ivory coat, Clarice pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped gift box and held

Justin, tomorrow is your birthday. I wish you a happy birthday in advance. It's

his long lashes, his voice detached.

my birthday."

hint of hurt in them. "I've already bought it. There's no reason for me to take it back. If you don't want it, throw

the box almost forcefully into his

Justin's starry eyes flickered.

gestures bore a resemblance to

was always pouting. Yet no matter how she acted