Felicia thought she had misheard, but Stephan really stopped and stood there, waiting for her to do the job for him. He didn't even hurt his hand.
Felicia froze in place. She was intimidated by Stephan's commanding presence and didn't dare to approach him.
"I could ask one of your subordinates," said Felicia.
Stephan glanced at her, his lips curving into a teasing yet judgemental smile. "It's not your first time taking off my clothes anyway. Are you afraid?"
His words were bold and straightforward, shattering the unspoken tension between them.
They had slept together, after all.
Felicia was so flustered that it felt like her face was burning. She wanted to flee, but she remembered that Stephan had only gotten injured because he saved her. She couldn't move an inch.
Forget it.
Felicia sighed and walked up to Stephan. Under his intense gaze, she took off his clothes.
His strong and muscular figure was revealed in front of her eyes.
Stephan had a classic physique that made him look slim in clothes but muscular when without. His toned waist, firm chest, and strong back radiated power with smooth, defined muscle lines.
Yet his body was covered with countless scars, each mark exuding a sense of ruthlessness and danger.
Felicia was stunned at the sight. "Why is it so bad?"
Stephan's newest scar was from the night he saved her.
Although she had tended to his wound that night, she wasn't able to take a good look due to the dim lights. She had assumed he would handle it properly when he returned home.
She didn't expect the injury to still look so severe after so many days. She felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.
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