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.

still emotionally lost when she suddenly felt a hand

was well–defined, with calloused fingertips. Wherever

squeezed into the same hospital bed. With their bodies so

chuckled, his eyes flickering even though his vision was blurred. Yet his gaze still landed on

keep making these increasingly

to move, Stephan lowered his head and muzzled her neck. His breath tickled her

one listened carefully, there was a hint of pleading in it. Stephan wasn’t as fearless as people made him out

heart softened. She reached out and shoved him away forcefully. Before he could react, she leaned in and pressed

Felicia want him? Well, this was her

Then, he chuckled as he grabbed the back of

ward

as if she had been run over. Her limbs felt so heavy

loud. Did anyone outside