Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 480

Stephan didn’t explain further, but the meaning was crystal clear.

It was in that fleeting glance when he looked down from a high–rise and caught sight of her. It was in the helicopter when he watched her grit her teeth to extract a bullet frem herself without offering a sound despite the pain

It was when she, bloodied and battered, crawled step by step to grab the hem of his trasers and pleaded in a near–broken voice, “Mr. Russell, save me.” It was in her defiant smile, framed by the slap mark on her face, as she stood homeless and abandoned all while refusing to shed a single tear.

It was in her gaze, her presence, her entire being

Sometimes, love began much earlier than one realized. It was silent and unnoticed, dismissed as irrelevant or even mocked. By the time one was aware of it, it was already a roaring storm that swept away everything in its path.

Stephan didn’t spell it out, but Felicia felt like she understood what he meant.

Covering her eyes, she lay on the bed, allowing those strange yet sweet emotions to chum within her. Then, she asked, “Can I nimmage through your stuff? “Do you even need to ask Stephan sounded like he wanted to knock some sense into her.

Felicia chuckled

static. Right before the connection broke, Stephan’s voice came through clearly. “The signal might

expected, the

phone, Felicia felt a pang of regret for wasting the call on casual chatter, once again forgetting to remind

wait for next time,

so and the bed and pillows carried none of Stephan’s scent. That clean, refreshing fragrance she was

the call, Felicia got up, grabbed some paper and a pent, and quickly jotted down a list of medicinal

days, she decided to have the Russell family mobilize their resources to procure them. That way, all she

the list to Stanley, who eagerly set off to complete

a short tour of the Russell estate. Of

Felicia’s relationship with Stephan, asking how tar they had progressed and when they planned to many. It was

vague. She either avoided the question or changed

some memories for Imogen. Her unfocused eyes glimmered with sadness and longing as she gently caressed

silent, choosing not

in her own world, continued with a faint smile, “My fiancé, Archie Rosario, is the father of my baby. He died at sea, and his body was never recovered. To this day, I don’t even know what he looked like. He was so kind to

deeply. We were supposed to marry last year, but a month before the