Felicia's gaze wandered.
She knew clearly that everything that happened yesterday was not a dream but a real sequence of events. She had even personally undressed Stephan when he was unconscious from his injuries.
But he would never know about that.
And it was better that way—if he did, it would be one more trouble she didn't need.
She wisely chose not to press the matter further because he said nothing. Her eyes shifted to the water dispenser in the room, and she swallowed with difficulty.
She was so thirsty.
She regretted not asking the nurse to bring her a cup of warm water earlier.
Just as Felicia hesitated to get up and take the IV bag to the water dispenser, she saw Stephan move. He took a disposable cup with his long, clean hands and filled it with water.
What a good person!
She was about to reach out to take the cup but saw him leisurely drink from it himself.
She was speechless.
Her lips twitched, and her eyes unconsciously flashed with irritation and silent accusation.
Stephan's eyes barely betrayed a hint of a smile.
He refilled the cup and handed it to her.
The hand in front of her was long and graceful—a lovely hand. His nails were neatly trimmed, and the veins on his hand were distinct, giving it an unexpectedly sensual allure.
She couldn't help but admire it silently. She took the cup and drank it in one go. "Another cup, please. Thank you."
Surprisingly, he didn't refuse and filled another cup for her.
She was a little surprised.
Thinking back on her interactions with Stephan, she realized that there had always been moments of tension, clashes, and tests between them. Yet, after this experience, things seemed to have gotten better.
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