The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the washroom by the sink, Axel cleared his throat, almost vomiting up all the liquor he drank. His alcohol tolerance was
probably the worst among the Thompson siblings. He could not handle even a little absinthe.
Yet, even after throwing it all up, his head still felt heavy. His throat felt as if it were ravaged by flames.
He thought, 'Axel... Look at yourself. She doesn't even care about you. Why are you tormenting yourself?'
Axel splashed his face with cold water. He ran his fingers through his hair and pushed back the damp bangs from his forehead.
Pale from vomiting, his handsome face, exposed under the soft light, remained captivating even in his disheveled state.
"Really, it's just a waste of time..." He massaged his temples with his fingertips. The restless emotions still weighed heavily on his
mind.
As he pushed the door open, he collided with a warm and fragrant body outside the door.
"Ah!" Roza let out a soft gasp. She was wearing high heels tonight. At this moment, her body swayed backward, and she lost
balance. Though Axel was slightly tipsy, his reflexes were still remarkably fast. He swiftly grabbed her delicate waist as she
began to fall.
Their eyes met as their warm bodies pressed tightly against each other, feeling each other's rising body heat.
Breaths, rapid and heated, intertwine in an intimate dance of the tongue. The memories of that life-saving kiss with Roza
resurfaced in Axel's mind. A kiss that kept him tossing and turning. He savored every moment and was reluctant to let go.
This time, his eyes are overflowing with affection, still unwilling to let her go.
"Can... Can you let go of me?" Roza asked anxiously as she instinctively pressed her palm against his chest.
"Why are you ignoring me?" Perhaps fueled by alcohol and coupled with his straightforward nature, Axel could not hold back the
words he had been suppressing all night. "Do you not recognize me? Ms. Walker, are you that forgetful?"
"How could I forget?" Roza's fingers curl slightly against Axel's chest, trying to keep herself calm. "You're the second young
master of the Thompson family, the charming Axel."
"Then why have you been ignoring me?" Axel persisted.
"I just didn't have the chance to talk to you." Roza's gaze flickers.

Axel's brows furrowed deeply, his frustration boiling up. "You didn't have the chance? Look around at the entire Thompson family.
Besides Bella, you're closest to me, right? How could you not have the chance to talk to me?!"
"Axel, it's not a crime to not greet an acquaintance, is it? Ignoring you isn't against the law!" Roza's heart raced as she struggled
in his embrace. "Let go of me. I want to go back."
Axel's eyes reddened as he
tightened his grip on her waist. "An acquaintance? Would
acquaintances embrace and kismet
each other? Ms. Walker, you seem to have misunderstood the meaning of acquaintance, don't you think?"
"Kiss... When did..." Just as Roza was taken aback, Axel's lips, laced with alcohol, suddenly sealed hers. His other hand held the
back of her head as he deepened the kiss. "Mmm..." Roza let out a soft moan and her body went limp, losing all resistance.
Her slender, delicate hands clawed at his chest for a moment before slowly sliding down.
In an instant, a spark ignited in her mind.
They kissed!
"Roza... Roza... Hang in there!"
She suddenly opened her eyes, finally remembering everything.
At the same time, Axel slowly released her and opened his eyes.