Felix gently caressed her injured arm and gazed at her peaceful sleeping face. She rarely fell asleep in front of him; this was only the second time.
Her heart was so cold, every time their intimacy ended, she would leave without a moment's hesitation.
At this moment, her sleeping face looked beautiful, devoid of her usual coldness and with a touch of softness added.
He reached out and traced every contour of her face, outlining her features.
He had long been deeply entangled and unable to extricate himself.
Today, when she took a bullet for him, saying she wanted to protect him, that scene was deeply imprinted in his heart, something he could never forget.
She was so resolute. Could he expect something more?
Did she also love him?
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips as he lay down beside her. He held her from behind, feeling her unique presence, feeling that she belonged completely to him in his embrace. He decided to accompany her and fall asleep together.
Vicki slept for a long time.
She slept until nearly noon the next day. Her self-healing ability was strong, and even though she was injured, she recovered much faster than an ordinary person.
Vicki opened her eyes and immediately sat up. She moved her arms; although the pain persisted after the anesthesia wore off, it wasn't much to her.
She looked at the messy sheets beside her. It seemed that Felix had slept next to her last night. She could vaguely feel it in her half-asleep state. But now, Felix wasn't here, and she didn't know where he went after getting up.
Just as she was thinking, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.
An enchanting and glamorous woman in her forties barged in. She still retained her charm. Her fine curly hair was pinned up, and she was wearing a burgundy suit. Even at home, she wore glamorous makeup.
Vicki had seen countless people, and she could tell at a glance that the woman in front of her was a seductress who had relied on her beauty to climb up when she was young.
Presumably, she was Felix's stepmother, Fox Wright.
Fox rushed into the bedroom, and when she saw Vicki lying on the bed, she raised her eyebrows arrogantly, her head held high like a proud peacock.
"Who are you to Felix?"
Vicki sat up straight, her deep black eyes sharp as they scanned Fox, icy and piercing.
Fox was taken aback, and then she trembled inexplicably, feeling overwhelmed by Vicki's gaze. This woman was not ordinary at all; even a single glance from her could make one shudder.
Vicki spoke coldly, "You don't need to know."
No need to know?!!
Fox could hardly believe it. She was now the mistress of the Saunders family. For years, she had been used to being in charge, with everyone bowing and scraping before her, flattering her. Now, someone dared to speak to her like this?
This was simply outrageous.
Fox's anger surged, and she rushed towards Vicki.
"You bitch, do you have any shame? How dare you lie on Felix's bed? Felix is really something, bringing all kinds of unsavory women home without even asking for my consent. Let me show you how I'll deal with you!"
Fox was about to raise her hand and slap Vicki.
However, Vicki deftly avoided her attack, flipping over and landing gracefully on the ground. She stood firmly in front of Fox.
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