Return of the Crowned Heiress

Stephan's question from yesterday?

Felicia had a good memory, and of course, she remembered exactly what he had asked before she fell from the small cliff-"Felicia, did you steal my jacket that day?"

He was referring to the morning after the engagement banquet.

She had known he'd suspected her, but since she hadn't left any evidence, there was no reason for him to catch her in the act, so she had just brushed it off with a few casual responses. Who would have thought he would be so persistent, even pressing her for an answer?

Felicia wasn't about to tell the truth. She immediately put on her best performance, looking innocent as she replied, "How could that be? Why would I steal your jacket? Mr. Russell, you must be mistaken." It was perfect acting! She silently gave herself a thumbs-up.

Stephan's probing gaze fixed on her for a while, but she didn't avoid his stare. Her face was full of sincerity and openness, showing no signs of guilt.

He was both amused and angry. He took a step closer.

"Alright. Let me ask a different question then."

Felicia's heart skipped a beat. She had a bad feeling.

"The person in my room that night... It was you, wasn't it?"

She was taken aback.

forward again, leaving her no room to retreat. The space between them had closed to a dangerously close distance. She had no choice but to back up until her back hit the wall, unable to escape. The once spacious room now felt cramped, and the scent of disinfectant in the air was soon replaced

It was surprisingly pleasant.

herself not short, but in front of Stephan, who was 6'1", she felt small, pitiful, and

wasn't about to

asking point-blank, "On the night of

my room after I

pupils were

question but more by his blatant twisting of the facts that

She fumed. "You shamelessly

twisted

I didn't

me

gotten a chance to protest yet,

she thought, the words came

her