Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 247

Felicia finally snapped out of her confusion.

Why would Stephan say she was going to find Arnold?

What kind of joke was that?

Her expression darkened. She opened her mouth to retort, but he forced a kiss on her before she could speak. A commanding, demanding, and relentless kiss swallowed her words before they could escape.

She struggled, but Stephan was unyielding. His dominance left her no room to retaliate.

Felicia didn't have her silver needles with her, but she didn't need them. She knew the human body's meridians like the back of her hand—every pressure point and every weak spot was burned into her memory.

Moreover, Stephan sustained some serious injuries after that fall in Alverton. With precision and speed, she curled her fingers into a claw and drove them into his waist, hitting the exact spot to make him buckle.

A low grunt escaped Stephan, his body stiffening as his dark eyes bore into her. There was no pain in his expression—only a simmering danger that seemed to deepen the room's already charged atmosphere.

Then, a faint, coppery scent filled the air.

Felicia froze, her anger giving way to guilt. Had she hit him too hard? She knew she'd gone for a sensitive spot, but she hadn't intended to hurt him like this.

"Don't move!" she exclaimed, quickly climbing out of bed. She flicked on the lights, revealing his disheveled state and the crimson beginning to seep through his shirt.

"I'll get the first aid kit. Just don't touch it!"

Stephan watched her scurry out of the room, the corners of his lips quirking into an amused smirk. Her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips were evidence of their earlier confrontation, which pleased him for some inexplicable reason.

When she returned, she set the first aid kit on the bed and carefully began tending to his wound.

She had been silently grumbling about how Stephan deserved it. If he hadn't forced that kiss, she wouldn't have gone so hard on him.

But when she lifted his shirt to check the damage, her complaints died on her lips.

A deep gash marred his waist. It was a wound from when they'd fallen off the cliff in Alverton and were swept downstream by the raging waters. Stephan had shielded her the entire time, taking the brunt of the sharp rocks. The cut had been healing, but her attack had reopened it.

Felicia felt a pang of guilt.