Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 248

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Chapter 248 "Consider that last bottle a free sample," Felicia began, her tone turning businesslike. "You saw how well it worked, right? Sprinkle the powder, and the bleeding stops instantly. In three days, you'll be as good as new!" She opened her bag and pulled out five more identical bottles. "I've got five left. Are you interested, Mr. Russell?" Her pitch was smooth, her enthusiasm genuine. "You're always getting injured, so this stuff is perfect for you. If it doesn't work, feel free to trash my reputation!" Stephan raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he leaned back against the bed. His toned body was still exposed. The bandages she had wrapped highlighted the sharp contours of his abs and the alluring lines of his toned muscles. Felicia quickly averted her gaze, her thoughts threatening to wander. After all, she'd had a wild night with Stephan before.

She tried to calm herself down.

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Stephan smirked slightly, noticing her momentary distraction. He then calmly adjusted his shirt. His fingers moved slowly and deliberately, and the hint of amusement in his eyes was impossible to miss.

"I'll take them all," he said casually, his voice low and smooth.

Felicia's annoyance melted away, replaced by a bright, businesslike smile. "That's what I like to hear, Mr. Russell!" She tapped the bottles confidently. "These are top-tier. They'll stop bleeding, speed up healing, and even prevent scarring. They're priceless!" She hesitated, unsure how much to charge. Then, she cautiously held up five fingers. "This much. It's reasonable, right?" Stephan tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "Are you asking for 500 grand?" he asked, amused. "Done." Felicia's jaw dropped. "What?" She'd been thinking 50 grand, but Stephan had clearly misunderstood or deliberately offered more. Before she could correct him, the familiar ding of a money transfer echoed from her phone. She glanced down. The full 500 grand had already landed in her account.

Her shock gave way to joy. Right then and there, she decided that she could overlook his earlier antics.

"Wait here," she said, rummaging through her bag. After a moment, she produced a small bottle filled with a pale, clear liquid.

"This is a free gift," she said, handing it over. "It's homemade perfume. I distilled it myself from gardenias before the plants were removed near my college's lab. Use it as a room scent or throw it out-it's up to you." Felicia shrugged, trying to downplay her gesture. She turned to leave but paused at the door, glancing back over her shoulder.

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She added, her tone casual but with a hint of concern, "Oh, by the way, thanks for lettingstay here. I've found a place to rent, so I'll be moving out soon. Also..." She hesitated, then decided to speel her mind, "You need to be more mindful about a pregnant lady's feelings. Don't neglect family just Because of work." Stephan was halfway out of bed before her words even registered. He then asked, "Wait, are you pregnant?" Felicia froze, staring at him like he had grown a second head. "What? No! What are you talking about?" She was thinking about how this man could juggle accusations of fathering someone else's child while still managing to entangle her in his mess.

Anger boiling over, she spat, "I overheard you on the phone this afternoon at the casino. You mentioned a kid. Are you seriously going to stand there and deny that you're about to be a dad?"

Stephan paused, momentarily stunned by the accusation Then, his expression darkened like a brewing ET storm. He reached out and knocked her lightly on the forehead.

"That's my sister!" he snapped, exasperated. "My biological sister!" Felicia blinked, caught completely off guard. "Oh..."

Stephan continued, his tone dripping with irritation, "And no, there's no other woman." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a growl. "I've only ever touched you." His composure cracked entirely, and frustration radiated off him as he glared at her. He was half tempted to pry her head open to figure out what was going on inside. Felicia let out a small, awkward hum, her expression unreadable. Whether she believed him or not was anyone's guess.

Stephan didn't look away, his eyes boring into hers. They were dark and commanding, exuding a raw, almost dangerous intensity. His lips curled into a slow, taunting smirk. He said, his voice dangerously low, "After everything we've done, are you seriously going to stand there and say there's nothing between us?"

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