Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 514

Felicia kept her head down, her focus entirely on cleaning and treating the wounds on Maurice’s neck.

Even though Maurice was leaning back casually on the rock, he still towered over her by a head. This height difference allowed him to look down at her, his gaze fixed on her every movement.

At this distance, he could see everything–from the soft fuzz on her cheek and the flutter of her eyelashes to the intense concentration on her face.

His gaze slowly went over her delicate features–from her captivating eyes to her dainty nose, and finally, her full and rosy lips.

Maurice’s eyes darkened as his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. Quietly, he murmured her name, “Felicia.”

Felicia was oblivious to his gaze. Looking up and meeting his eyes, she finally noticed the dangerous, dark look in his eyes, like that of a wolf eyeing its prey. It was the same kind of gare a man had toward his woman–intense, predatory, and dangerous.

his move. He leaned in closer, reaching around her waist and

in her hand that was still pressing

tense atmosphere

and let go of Felicia’s waist. He leaned back against the rock once more, exuding an air of nonchalance.

no time. She quickly bandaged his wound and stepped back, putting some distance between them. There, all

didn’t reply, but he

though both looked battered and bruised, they managed to help each other to

would have to keep moving as long you still breathed–injured or not. Otherwise, death

said curtly and

passed by Maurice, her guard was up. She didn’t spare him a glance, but her hand hovered near her weapon, ready just

entirely at ease with his legs stretched

of relief,