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."

search could wait until morning; she was sure the villagers wouldn't abandon her and were probably out

up, shivering as the cold wind hit her wet clothes. At this

glanced back. She understood immediately, feeling a pang of guilt. He must be badly hurt, especially after taking all those hits in

of his arms and slung

she added, "But this time, no grabbing me

on her, chuckling at her words. "Still holding a grudge, are we? I thought you would

unwilling to finish the thought-that night, someone had been burning with desire, and if it hadn't been for

occasionally until she spotted something in the distance. "Look! There's a little hut over there!" Sometimes, forest rangers had cabins out here, allowing

and hastily made, looking almost ready

rusted. A few taps with a rock, and it fell open.