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.

long you can hold

was being tormented. But today, the tables

control.

planned to take full advantage of this

poured herself another glass of water. In that brief moment, she stole a glance at

still lying there and looking completely relaxed as if

was either she had overestimated

way, he was a tough nut to

her revenge, everything suddenly shifted.

been wrested from her.

shadow loomed over her, and Stephun’s handsome

and husky, carried a touch of amusement. “My little troublemaker, you really have

finally realized that this man was

bedroom, it was already the

death had spread

She was the