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.

when she suddenly felt a

calloused fingertips. Wherever it moved, it sent sparks through her

two of them were already squeezed into the same hospital bed. With their bodies so close together,

his vision was blurred. Yet his

frustration and embarrassment. How could be keep making these increasingly bold

to move, Stephan lowered his head and muzzled her neck. His breath tickled her skin. “I’m

was a hint of pleading

and shoved him away forcefully. Before he could react, she leaned in and pressed her lips

want him? Well,

the

ward grew

the next day, her entire body ached as if she had been run over. Her limbs felt so heavy that she could barely lift them. Thinking about last night, she felt an overwhelming sense

loud. Did anyone outside hear