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.

emotionally lost when she suddenly felt a hand slide

hand was well–defined, with calloused fingertips. Wherever it

the same hospital bed. With their

his vision was blurred. Yet

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

her neck. His breath tickled her skin. “I’m blind now. Will you still

but if one listened carefully, there was a hint of pleading in

away forcefully. Before

Well, this was

and his gaze darkened. Then, he chuckled as he grabbed the

hospital ward

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

anyone outside hear them?