Return of the Crowned Heiress

“You tell me.” Felicia rolled her eyes at Stephan, only to realize her voice was hoarse from the earlier ordeal.

Stephan got up and poured a glass of water. Supporting Felicia’s back with one hand, he held the glass steady and brought it to her lips. Felicia drank the entire glass in one go, finally regaining some composure.

That felt good.

“Do you want more?” Stephan lowered his head, gazing at her with a faint smile. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, looking suggestive.

She had the distinct feeling that it was a double entendre.

Damn him!

Felicia tumed her face away and huffed in annoyance. “That’s enough. More than enough!”

Stephan chuckled, his voice husky and magnetic, sending a shiver through her. Felicia could even feel his chest vibrating slightly as he laughed.

He lowered his head, his voice laced with humor as he whispered in her eat, “You brought this on yourself.

teeth,

to slide under the covers, his body carrying a fresh, pleasant scent as he inched closer to her. “Then… I’ll let you

shoulder off. There were teeth marks all over it, and his back was a mess, covered in the scratches she had

ground her teeth, but ultimately, she couldn’t bring herself to hurt him further. She asked, “You can see now? That shouldn’t be possible. When I checked your pulse before, you were

point, Felicia’s expression became serious, and she suddenly came

been wrong. Stephan’s pulse had indeed shown signs of poisoning that led to blindness. But now, if his eyes had

put it bluntly, the blindness was faked, the long coma was faked, and the claim from the two guards

hold of his wrist and checked his pulse. Sure enough, it was strong and steady, completely healthy

an Oscar, don’t you?” Felicia

how she had spent so much time in

what was the

had just been overthinking

but most of the anger had already dissipated after the earlier struggle. Now, looking at him, standing there with his

However,

it, maintaining a cold expression and not even glancing at