Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 683

Felicia’s assurance finally gave Maurice’s loyal bodyguards some peace of mind Belactantly, they backed off, silently standing guard nearby.

Meanwhile, Maurice had planged into an even more excruciating state. Withing on the ground, he clutched his head in agony Suddenly, without hesitation, he lunged toward the rocky ground, clearly intent on smashing his head against the jagged su

If Felicia hadn’t reacted quickly enough to grab him, the impact would have undoubtedly drawn blood.

But even now, things were far from fine.

In his uncontrollable state, Maurice bit down hard on his own tongue. Blood seeped from the corners of his lips, staining his usually composed face with a ghastly hue. Batore he could inflict further harm upon himself, Felicia launched a preemptive strike.

With precision, the aimed a sharp chop at the back of his neck to knock him out.

But before he could land the blow, Maurice reacted like a cornered animal. It triggered his innate survival instinct, causing him to move at lightning speed as he grabbed Felicia’s mui vice like grip. His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers, devoid of any trace of warmth.

and predatory–sent a chill

intervene, fearing for Felicia’s safety. But before she could at, Maurice’s

skin of Felicia’s wrist quickly bruised, turning a glaring shade of red

voice tinged with both concern and

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breath, Felicia used her free hand to grab a distful of Maurice’s hair, forcing him to meet her gaze. Their eyes locked, and in his pupils, she saw her own reflection. Between them, one was

tone, “Maurice, do you remember who you are? Do you recognize me? I know you’re in pain, and I know it’s unbearable. But I’m trying to

haze of his frenzy like cool, refreshing spring water offered to

fleeting moment, Maurice’s

he released Felicia’s wrist, his grip loosening completely. His bloodshot eyes softened, but only slightly. The next

not from rage but from sheer

with red

he understood what had just happened. He had nearly directed his uncontrollable wrath at Felicia. The thought of it