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.

ground her teeth, wanting

slide under the covers, his body carrying a fresh, pleasant scent as he inched closer to her.

After the craziness earlier, she almost bit his shoulder off. There were teeth marks all

hurt him further. She asked, “You can see now?

became serious, and she suddenly came to a realization, “Was that all an

couldn’t have been wrong. Stephan’s pulse had indeed shown signs of poisoning that led to blindness. But now, if his eyes had healed, it meant…. he

the two guards at

hold of his wrist and checked his pulse. Sure

don’t you?” Felicia chuckled

she had spent so much time in the storage room at the clinic, trying to figure

was

just been

of the anger had already dissipated after the earlier struggle. Now,

However,

to show it, maintaining a cold expression