Return of the Crowned Heiress

Felicia was caught off guard by Stephan’s words. In that instant, her heart warmed and tears gathered in her eyes.

She instinctively turned her away, not wanting Stephan to notice. But he did. His fingers gently guided her face back toward him, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Why are you hiding? Don’t tell me you’re about to cry.”

Felicia rolled her eyes. “You’re the one crying!”

Even though Stephan couldn’t see, his intuition remained uncanny

Felicia pouted. She wasn’t crying, just a little moved.

After all, she had been abandoned too many times and had never been someone’s choice.

But now, someone was holding her hand so firmly. Someone refused to let go no matter the situation–not even for a second.

She felt secure.

suddenly felt a hand slide

hand was well–defined, with calloused fingertips. Wherever it moved, it sent sparks through her

them were already squeezed into the same hospital bed. With their bodies

though his vision was blurred. Yet his gaze still landed on Felicia’s

and embarrassment. How could be keep making these increasingly bold moves while maintaining such a

was about to move, Stephan lowered his head and muzzled her neck. His breath tickled her skin. “I’m blind now. Will you

hint of pleading in it. Stephan wasn’t as fearless as people made him out to

her heart softened. She reached out and shoved him away forcefully. Before he

him? Well, this

grabbed the

hospital ward grew

body ached as if she had been run over. Her limbs felt so heavy that she could barely lift them.

loud. Did anyone outside hear them?