Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 520

A surge of inexplicable anger flared in Felicia’s chest. Her teeth were clenched so rightly that her gums ached. There was a sharp pain in her chest from an emotion she couldn’t quite name, and it was swelling rapidly within her. It was part frustration, part anxiety,

She looked up at Stephan, her glare even fiercer than before.

“You’re something else, aren’t you? Do you have a death wish? Falling from that height could’ve killed you! Don’t you know that?”

Her eyes turned red as that unplaceable emotion hit its peak. Tears welled up, blurring her vision. When she blinked, a tear rolled down her cheek.

Felicia troop, stunned by her own reaction. In all the years of being abandoned by the Fuller family, wrongfully accused, silently bearing every Injustice— and even when she dug a bullet out of herself–she had never cried.

But now? She actually cried?

Damn it! She was dumbfounded.

Stephan’s gaze sharpened. He felt as if that single tear had burned him. His entire body tensed up, his expression shifting in an instant. His deep, dark eyes flickered with complex emotions before dimming completely.

Before Felicia could react, he leaned in and claimed her lips.

it would ignite them both. Yer the aggression would sometimes transform into a tender reverence as if he were pouring every

herself entirely enveloped in Stephan’s embrace. She was still

doling out a punishment, Stephan bit her lip,

and overwhelming. She finally closed her eyes and bravely

the heavens and earth alike testified to the

pulled apart, gasping for breath. Their foreheads were still pressed together, their noses touching. Their breaths intermingled. Felicia swayed unsteadily, her cheeks flushed as she met Stephan’s fiery, smoldering gaze that seemed intent on devouring her. She whispered, “Your injuries… Let me bandage them

chuckled softly

for her medical kit. She then treated Stephan’s

flesh, and cleaning the wounds was a painstaking process. Felicia frowned the entire time, her concentration unwavering. Meanwhile, Stephan

Felicia had prepared well and brought along a supply of her homemade

with gauze, securing it snugly. If all went well, he should recover in two

let out a sigh of relief

“There’s one more.”

tended to, but Stephan gave her a meaningful look and glanced downward, saying,

Felicia was speechless

instinctively before snapping her head back up,

a “fire” that had just

to play the fool, but Stephan caught