The night was dark, and the evening breeze was cooling.
Felicia's hand froze awkwardly in mid-air after being rejected, making her look particularly foolish.
Normally, Felicia would never humiliate herself by clinging to someone, much less insist on tending to someone's wound. However, this time was different as Stephan had genuinely saved her life.
After all, he got injured because of her. Hence, she couldn't just ignore it as that would weigh too heavily on her conscience.
Felicia quickly calmed down and reached out again. Her voice softened, carrying a hint of appeasement. "Mr. Russell, can you at least let me stop the bleeding? Otherwise, I won't be able to live with myself."
After hearing what Felicia said, Stephan turned his head to look at her.
In the dark, Felicia couldn't make out Stephan's expression, not even his silhouette. His deep and dark eyes churned with intense, unreadable emotions.
Felicia's heart skipped a beat, and she felt an invincible pressure bearing down on her. She didn't dare to contemplate what lay behind his gaze, nor did she want to.
Stephan let out a chuckle, his thin lips curving into a smile as he mocked, "Felicia, do you even have a heart?"
Felicia was at a loss for words. She instinctively wanted to retort but remembered the day when she had left with Maurice.
Stephan had driven after them, wanting to bring her back, only to end up in a car accident. In Stephan's eyes, she hadn't even looked back once.
Felicia couldn't argue and didn't have the strength to defend herself. Her hand, which she had started to withdraw, was suddenly caught by his firm grip.
For a second, Felicia froze. By the time she came back to her senses, the light in the back seat had turned on and Stephan had already let go of her hand. Only a trace of residual warmth was left on her wrist.
This man could change his mind in just an instant.
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