Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 351

Stephan’s warm breath brushed against Felicia’s ear, making her spine tingle. Combined with Stephan’s teasing tone, which was thick with innuendo, the atmosphere was unmistakably charged.

The storeroom was pitch–black, with the only illumination coming from the faint light seeping in from the door’s cracks. Despite the darkness, Felicia could feel Stephan’s burning gaze locked onto her.

She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “It’s either friends or not even that. There’s no middle ground.”

Stephan chuckled, his hold around her waist tightening. He made it clear he wasn’t about to let her go.

“Funny,” he murmured, his voice dangerously low. “You weren’t talking about ‘just friends‘ when you were begging me last time.”

The suggestive edge in his tone caught Felicia off guard, her mind flashing to that night. She’d been drugged by Arnold and was barely keeping herself together until Stephan found her and got her out of the Lawson residence. Once her defenses crumbled, everything else happened as if it were inevitable.

For a split second, guilt flickered in Felicia’s heart. She had been rather cold afterward, hadn’t she? After getting what she needed, she walked away without looking back.

shift the narrative. “I can

It was as if he was debating whether to laugh or strangle

slightly and added, “Come on, we’ve been over this. That night wasn’t some grand affair. Back then, it was mutual. We were consenting adults having fun. No big

words struck a

knitted together. He leaned closer, his gaze piercing. It was

toward him if she were honest with herself. His chiseled face, magnetic presence, and unrelenting intensity

him completely, let alone depend on him, just because her

some twisted way, Felicia admitted that Myra’s insults had hit the

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gains and losses, always guarded, and always doubting

a stubborn stone–impossible to warm, impossible to

barely knew Stephan. The little she did know came from rumors. He was a mystery, one cloaked in danger and

a coincidence either. He clearly had a purpose. And she was. just a small, incidental part

but eventually asked, “Mr. Russell, you must’ve had something important to deal with when you came to Khogend. Is