Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 427

The night was dark, and the evening breeze was cooling.

Felicia’s hand froze awkwardly in mid–air after being rejected, making her look particularly foolish.

Normally, Felicia would never humiliate herself by clinging to someone, much less insist on tending to someone’s wound. However, this time was different as Stephan had genuinely saved her life.

After all, he got injured because of her. Hence, she couldn’t just ignore it as that would weigh too heavily on her conscience.

Felicta quickly calmed down and reached out again. Her voice softened, carrying a hint of appeasement. “Mr. Russell, can you at least let me stop the bleeding? Otherwise, I won’t be able to live with mysell.

After hearing what Felicia said, Stephan turned his head to look at her.

In the dark, Felicia couldn’t make out Stephan’s expression, not even his silhouette. His deep and dark eyes churned with intense, unreadable emotions.

Felicia’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt an invincible pressure bearing down on her. She didn’t dare to contemplate what lay behind his gaze, nor did she want to.

chuckle, his thin lips carving into a smile as he mocked, “Felicia, do

at a loss for words. She instinctively wanted to retort but remembered the day when she had left

up in a car

couldn’t argue and didn’t have the strength to defend herself. Her hand, which she had started to withdraw,

froze. By the time she came back to her senses, the light in the back seat had turned on and Stephan had already

man could change his

quickly. In a few deft moves, she tore open Stephan’s shim. The sight

gash on his back, inflicted

caught her as she fell and colled to the side. There must have been something on the ground, and Stephan had no choice but to take the hot to protect her from getting

she was

swiftly and saltully disinfected the injury to stop

parents had often scolded her, calling g her a jinx who brought bad luck to anyone near her. Now, it seemed

since meeting Staphan, she had caused him to

and felt an unsetting frustration surge in his chest when she stayed silent. Her emotions were unreadable. With a tense expression, he asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything? Who are you