Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 550

Felicia couldn’t move at a

tetasit her feet had taken root or were nailed to the ground. She was able to budge in the slightest, Cold sweat broke out across her back in an instant. She tried to move her hand, but bet body refused to obec.

It was as though she had been thrown into a rapidly hardening pool of cement and sealed from head to lor, completely immobilized!

Why was this happening?

Pary surged in her chest as Felicia focused every ounce of her anareness on her right hand she tried to wist her wrist to pinch herself hard. The internal struggle felt like two opposing forces pulling him from either side.

Her body seemed to be telling her to give up, that struggling was futile. Yet her consciousness was cursing at her own body furiously.

At that moment, a young couple happened to pass by

The woman, noticing Felicia’s unusual state, approached kindly and asked, “Miss, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale. Do you need help?”

Felicia couldn’t respond. She couldn’t utter a word, nor could she blink her eas, which we now sore and bloodshot from being held open for so long

front of Felicia’s face but got no reaction Without hesitation, she turned to her boyfriend and

sprinted into the hospital like the wind to find

woman stayed behind, offering

warmth and kindness anating from the woman. Her heart was touched, and her tightly wound

sound reached her ears–the jingling of

was haunting,

chime seemed to form a singular, chilling phrase

pein exploded in Felicia’s head as her very soul was being torn apart. Her nerves screamed, and her consciousness teetered

screamed internally, clenchingher teeth so hard it

began to move uncontrollably Slowly, they rose into the air until they wrapped tightly around

reassuring Felicia, telling her not to

up by her neck, with

a few seconds, the woman’s tace turned red from the lack of oxygen, then purple. Her limbs

chimes grew louder and more frequent in Felicia’s ears, clearer

and bloodlust as if every ounce of her

“No! Siop right now!

to the last shred of clarity in her mind, Fella bit down hard on her tongue, resulting

by her resistance, its hypnotic