Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 248

"Consider that last bottle a free sample," Felicia began, her tone turning businesslike. "You saw how well it worked, right? Sprinkle the powder, and the bleeding stops instantly. In three days, you'll be as good as new!" She opened her bag and pulled out five more identical bottles. "I've got five left. Are you interested, Mr. Russell?"

Her pitch was smooth, her enthusiasm genuine. "You're always getting injured, so this stuff is perfect for you. If it doesn't work, feel free to trash my reputation!"

Stephan raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he leaned back against the bed. His toned body was still exposed. The bandages she had wrapped highlighted the sharp contours of his abs and the alluring lines of his toned muscles. Felicia quickly averted her gaze, her thoughts threatening to wander. After all, she'd had a wild night with Stephan before.

She tried to calm herself down.

Stephan smirked slightly, noticing her momentary distraction. He then calmly adjusted his shirt. His fingers moved slowly and deliberately, and the hint of amusement in his eyes was impossible to miss.

"I'll take them all," he said casually, his voice low and smooth.

Felicia's annoyance melted away, replaced by a bright, businesslike smile. "That's what I like to hear, Mr. Russell!"

She tapped the bottles confidently. "These are top-tier. They'll stop bleeding, speed up healing, and even prevent scarring. They're priceless!"

She hesitated, unsure how much to charge. Then, she cautiously held up five fingers. "This much. It's reasonable, right?"

Stephan tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "Are you asking for 500 grand?" he asked, amused. "Done."

Felicia's jaw dropped. "What?"

misunderstood or deliberately offered more. Before she could correct him, the familiar ding of a money transfer echoed from her phone. She glanced down. The full 500 grand had already landed in her

Right then and there, she decided that she could overlook his

said, rummaging through her bag. After a moment, she produced a small bottle filled with a pale, clear

is a free gift," she

over. "It's homemade perfume. I distilled it myself from gardenias before the plants were removed near my college's lab. Use it as

throw it out-it's up

downplay her gesture. She turned to leave

added, her tone casual but

by the way, thanks for letting me

soon.

decided to

her

to be more mindful about a pregnant lady's feelings. Don't

halfway out of bed before her words even registered.

like he had grown a second head. "What?

fathering someone else's child while still managing to entangle

over,