Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 463

Felicia finally snapped out of her daze, feeling her face heat up. She asked, "Why are you here?"

Stephan replied lazily, "I just finished work. I was planning to swing by and see you, but I didn't expect to catch you here."

He deliberately emphasized the word "catch", his tone carrying a teasing edge.

Felicia was at a loss, unable to come up with a retort.

Ever since she helped treat his wounds last time and nearly lost control in the heat of the moment, she had been deliberately avoiding him. Whenever possible, she would evade him, and if she couldn't, she would find excuses to stay far away.

Yet here they were, running into each other again.

Stephan glanced at his watch, then took a closer look at Felicia. He frowned and said, "It's 4:00 am, and you just ran out onto the streets like this? In your pajamas? Barefoot?"

She felt embarrassed, instinctively curling her toes.

In the next second, she felt her feet leave the ground. Felicia let out a short gasp of surprise as Stephan effortlessly scooped her up into his arms. Before she could protest, he had already placed her inside his car.

Well, there was no point struggling now.

Maybe it was the bizarre nature of what had happened earlier, but Felicia was unusually compliant and didn't resist.

About ten minutes later, his car pulled up in front of Felicia's villa.

It was then that she realized she had wandered quite far while sleepwalking, barefoot even.

The villa's front door was wide open. She must have left it that way when she wandered out, and it hadn't been closed since. Who knew if a thief had taken advantage of it?

As she got out of the car, Stephan reached out to carry her once more, but she quickly refused. "No need! I'll walk on my own."

Stephan carried her through the garden and up to the villa door.

The facial recognition lock clicked open automatically, and the lights inside came on, illuminating the space. Everything was as it had been. It would seem that nothing was stolen.

Felicia patted Stephan's shoulder and pointed toward the bathroom, embodying the epitome of entitlement. "Could you drop me off over there? I need to wash my feet first."

He turned to look at her. The distance between them was already minimal, and now, it felt almost nonexistent. Their breaths mingled, and their eyes met in an unspoken exchange that burned intensely.

It was way too much for her to handle.

She quickly looked away and slid off his back, darting into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

Washing her feet with open cuts was a uniquely painful experience, one she wouldn't like to experience again.