Return of the Crowned Heiress

Felicia could no longer hold back and finally kicked him. “Hey, bastard What else are you trying to do?”

Stephan’s face was still as stunningly handsome as ever, and the look on his fare, brimming with passion, was irresistibly sexy. He stared at her intensely. The comers of his eyes were thished red, making him look like a devil.

Felicia’s breath hitched, her heartbeat quickening.

Stephan chuckled lightly, effortlessly grabbing her ankle. With a gentle tug, he pulled her into his arms. “I’m just repeating what I did to you in the dream.”

Felicia was enraged. Did he really think she had no temper at all?

Without thinking, she pressed him down, taking control of the situation.

She loomed above him with her chin slightly raised, looking down with an air of superiority and provocation.

She was cunning, lively, domineering, and adorable all at once.

Stephan suppressed his laughter as he lay down with an expression that seemed to say he would let her do whatever she pleased without resistance.

But Felicia, in a moment of petty revenge, purposely dragged it out. She took her time, sipping some water from a nearby cup and then tying her hair up slowly. Everything was done in slow motion.

how long you can

a sense of satisfaction Usually, it was she who was being tormented. But today, the tables had

control.

advantage of this opportunity for some

another glass of water. In that brief

lying there and looking completely relaxed as

either she had overestimated her

he was a tough nut to

exact her revenge, everything

been wrested from her.

Stephun’s handsome face was

locking onto her with a chilling gaze. His voice, low and husky, carried a touch of amusement. “My little troublemaker, you really

for mercy didn’t work, Felicia finally realized

it was already the

news about Stephan being poisoned and near death had spread like wildfire.

the one who almost died!