Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 247

Felicia finally snapped out of her confusion.

Why would Stephan say she was going to find Arnold?

What kind of joke was that?

Her expression darkened. She opened her mouth to retort, but he forced a kiss on her before she could speak. A commanding, demanding, and relentless kiss swallowed her words before they could escape. She struggled, but Stephan was unyielding. His dominance left her no room to retaliate.

Felicia didn't have her silver needles with her, but she didn't need them. She knew the human body's meridians like the back of her hand-every pressure point and every weak spot was burned into her memory. Moreover, Stephan sustained some serious injuries after that fall in Alverton. With precision and speed, she curled her fingers into a claw and drove them into his waist, hitting the exact spot to make him buckle. A low grunt escaped Stephan, his body stiffening as his dark eyes bore into her. There was no pain in his expression-only a simmering danger that seemed to deepen the room's already charged atmosphere. Then, a faint, coppery scent filled the air.

Felicia froze, her anger giving way to guilt. Had she hit him too hard? She knew she'd gone for a sensitive spot, but she hadn't intended to hurt him like this.

"Don't move!" she exclaimed, quickly climbing out of bed. She flicked on the lights, revealing his disheveled state and the crimson beginning to seep through his shirt.

"I'll get the first aid kit. Just don't touch it!"

scurry out of the room, the corners of his lips quirking into an amused smirk. Her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips were evidence of their earlier confrontation, which pleased him for some inexplicable reason. When she returned, she set the first aid kit on the bed and carefully

Stephan deserved it. If he hadn't forced that kiss, she

to check the damage, her complaints died on

Alverton and were swept downstream by the raging

felt a pang of

she carefully cleaned and dressed the wound. What she had initially intended to be quick and perfunctory became delicate

been

entirely and brush off the injury casually by saying, "Just patch it up, it's nothing." But he swallowed the words as he watched her furrowed brows and the

has some

the lingering heat of his earlier emotions hadn't entirely subsided, his gaze was now calmer and more composed. Felicia, still tending to his wound, sighed dramatically as she sprinkled her handmade medicinal powder over the cut. "My medicine... This stuff is expensive, you know." "She had some conscience but

Felicia gritted her teeth and handed him the rest of the bottle. "Here, take this. Use a little each day. It'll stop the bleeding and help it heal faster." Stephan accepted

knew exactly

she had given

been a scar-removal ointment. What followed afterward spiraled wildly

frustration boiled over. She snapped, "And what about just now? You didn't have any drugs in your system then, so you were plenty clear-headed! Yet you still pinned

last part. She had been about to say, "You gave me a long kiss!" Instead, she chose to glare