Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 464

After everything was tidied up, Felicia assumed Stephan would have left by the time she came out. Yet as soon as she opened the bathroom door, he was standing right outside the door with his arms crossed casually.

"Uh…" Felicia waved her at him, signaling for him to step aside. "Can you, uh… move aside?"

Stephan let out a faint chuckle, his gaze moving down slightly.

Following his line of sight, Felicia looked down and saw her own slippers neatly placed right in front of her. To be honest, she was caught a little off guard by his meticulous care.

What followed was disinfecting and dressing her wounds. Since the cuts were minor, it was over fairly quickly.

As usual, she used the Panax pseudo-ginthera she made, which had excellent healing properties.

Thinking of that, she suddenly nudged Stephan's arm and asked, "Have your wounds healed yet?"

He glanced at her, raising an eyebrow as he replied, "More or less."

"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to ruin my reputation?"

Felicia almost blew her fuse right there and then. However, Stephan widened his eyes, staring into hers with his deep, alluring gaze that made his already attractive features even more captivating.

She was stuck in a momentary daze. Internally, she couldn't help but grumble, "How is it fair for a grown man to look this good? That's no different from cheating!"

"By the way, it's really late. Aren't you leaving yet?" she finally spoke up.

She gestured at the time, which was nearly 5:00 am. The first light of dawn was faintly illuminating the sky, casting it in a deep blue hue as night and day began to shift.

Stephan's reply was a confident and unapologetic, "Nope."

Felicia was rendered speechless.

From his tone, it seemed he was planning to stay and catch up on some sleep. She felt utterly flustered and quickly objected, "No, you can't stay! I can't accommodate you. The guest rooms aren't set up yet. They're completely empty!"

Perhaps it was the exhaustion from the night's events or the steady rhythm of his powerful heartbeat, but Felicia found herself growing drowsy as well.

She caught the faint scent of his cool, fresh fragrance that was reminiscent of fresh snow falling from a mountaintop—cold, yet pure.

Exactly ten minutes later, Stephan opened his eyes, as if on cue.

His slight movement woke Felicia instantly. Realizing the two of them were still locked in an embrace, she instinctively pushed him away.

Caught off guard, Stephan rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a heavy thud.

She was just about to say he deserved it but then worried he might have actually gotten hurt by the fall. She leaned over to check on him, only to see him already getting up. Despite the fall, his handsome face showed no trace of anger, only a look of resigned helplessness—perhaps even… indulgence.

Felicia was no stranger to that kind of look. Whether in this life or her past one, she had often seen the Fuller couple direct such an expression toward Kayla.

However, Stephan was different. She was certain that the indulgence he was showing was directed at her and her alone.