Return of the Crowned Heiress

Yet, in that dangerous moment, Stephan hadn't abandoned Felicia. Instead, he had held her tightly, shielding her!

As the current swept them along, she heard him grunt in pain several times, along with the sound of heavy thudding. It suddenly struck her-maybe this powerful man wasn't as cold-hearted as he seemed.

Her gaze softened with concern. "Mr. Russell, are you alright? Should I check your injuries?"

He glanced around, his expression unreadable. "Do you know where we are?"

She shook her head. "Not really."

She had spent some years in Alverton but was too young to explore every corner of the mountain. Now, surrounded by dark trees with no identifiable landmarks, it was impossible to tell their location. And as for their phones-those had been swept away long ago. "Let's find a place to spend the night."

Felicia agreed. The search could wait until morning; she was sure

hit her wet clothes. At this rate, they risked hypothermia-they needed to

left, but Stephan hadn't moved from his spot when she glanced back. She understood immediately, feeling a pang of guilt. He must be badly hurt, especially after taking all those hits in the water to

arms and slung it over

added, "But this time, no grabbing

chuckling at her words. "Still holding a grudge, are we? I thought you would be grateful to the person who saved you." Felicia huffed silently, thinking, "I saved you

night, someone had been burning with

something in the distance. "Look! There's a little hut over there!" Sometimes, forest rangers had cabins out

tiny and hastily made,

inspected the door; the lock was rusted. A few taps with a rock, and it fell