Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 113

Felicia had no background to connect with such powerful figures, let alone seek their protection.

Matthew ordered, "Search elsewhere. You have another half hour to find her!"

"Yes, Mr. Lawson Senior!"

With that order, the bodyguards hurried off to continue the search.

...

In the pitch-black room, Felicia felt a sudden whirl of motion. Her body lifted off the ground, and in the next moment, she was thrown heavily onto a large bed.

A strong, heated body pressed down on her, arms locking around her like iron, pinning her in place.

Felicia raised her foot, ready to deliver a fierce kick aimed at her assailant's most sensitive areas.

"Damn it! Go to hell!" Felicia thought to herself.

But the man effortlessly caught her ankle just as she aimed to kick.

had reached his limit. He let out a low groan, his hot hands tightening around her waist as his voice came out in a raspy tone,

then that Felicia realized

of the effects of

needle case had been left behind when she was forced into the gown earlier. Was this what it meant

was enveloped by the intoxicating scent of fresh grass, mixed with the man's heat, as his kisses

strange, familiar herbal aroma,

it was the same scent from the scar ointment

rationality was steadily worn away, all that was left was the

was chaotic.

the air was thick with an intoxicating

dawn broke, finally

the previous night's events, she became acutely aware, her mind racing with

turned to look at the person beside

lying next to her, his features sharply defined, His captivating,

It was indeed Stephan!

night, his voice had seemed familiar, and the scent of the

tampered with her scar ointment. How could it contain such potent

most infuriating part was that she personally delivered

first thing he would likely do was strangle

to get as far away