Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 552

Felicia urgently needed someone she could trust by her side.

Standing in front of the convenience store's glass window, the metallic taste of blood lingered in her mouth from biting her tongue. She had to speak slowly. Otherwise, her words would come out garbled. "I have a job. Be my personal bodyguard. I'll pay you one million dollars, deal?"

On the other end of the line, Scarlet's laughter echoed through. "Send me your location."

After hanging up, Felicia sent her location.

Scarlet replied instantly. "Okay."

She didn't mention when she would depart or when she would arrive, but Felicia felt assured she would come.

Felicia sighed and bought a few bags of bread from the store. Then, she started walking back to the hospital, retracing her earlier route through the parking lot.

Felicia remained on high alert and scanned her surroundings. Nothing unusual occurred, and the bell sound didn't return.

Back at the hospital, Imogen was still in the delivery room. Word was she had dilated, but there was still a while before the actual birth. Stanley remained outside.

In another ward, Stephan was still unconscious. Two of his men stood guard at the door. When they saw Felicia return, they greeted her immediately, "Mrs. Russell."

"Get some rest and eat something." Felicia handed them the bags and water bottles.

Her voice sounded different than usual. It was muffled and strained.

But no one noticed.

After the two guards left, Felicia entered the ward to check Stephan's pulse. The toxins still lingered in his system, but his body was otherwise stable. She estimated he would wake up by the next day.

His pupils were veiled in a grayish haze. The mysterious air about him was now tinged with an enigmatic allure.

At the moment, Stephan could only see vague shapes and shadows.

"Do you regret it?" Felicia asked. She smiled lightly, trying to sound carefree. "You could've just thrown me out. Wouldn't that have solved everything? Instead, you hurt yourself. How foolish."

Stephan propped his head on his hand, lying next to Felicia on the same hospital bed. Their bodies pressed together, close enough to feel each other's warmth, heartbeat, and scent.

He traced her face with his fingertips, gently outlining her brows and eyes. "I'll never let you go."

It wasn't a choice. To Stephan, Felicia was more important than life itself.