Felicia was caught off guard by Stephan’s words. In that instant, her heart warmed and tears gathered in her eyes.
She instinctively turned her away, not wanting Stephan to notice. But he did. His fingers gently guided her face back toward him, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Why are you hiding? Don’t tell me you’re about to cry.”
Felicia rolled her eyes. “You’re the one crying!”
Even though Stephan couldn’t see, his intuition remained uncanny
Felicia pouted. She wasn’t crying, just a little moved.
After all, she had been abandoned too many times and had never been someone’s choice.
But now, someone was holding her hand so firmly. Someone refused to let go no matter the situation–not even for a second.
She felt secure.
Felicia was still emotionally lost when she suddenly felt a hand slide under the nket.
The hand was well–defined, with calloused fingertips. Wherever it moved, it sent sparks through her body,
The two of them were already squeezed into the same hospital bed. With their bodies so close together, Stephan couldn’t miss her reaction.
He chuckled, his eyes flickering <b>even </b>though his vision was blurred. Yet his gaze stillnded on Felicia’s face.
Felicia felt a mix of frustration and embarrassment. How could be keep <b>making </b>these increasingly bold moves while maintaining such a calm and collected demeanor?
Just as she was about to move, Stephan lowered his head and muzzled her neck. His breath tickled her skin. “I’m blind now. <b>Will </b>you still want me?”
His tone was seductive, but if one listened carefully, there was a hint of pleading in it. Stephan wasn’t as fearless as people made him out to be.
Felicia found it amusing, but her heart softened. She reached out and shoved him away forcefully. Before he could react, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
Did Felicia want him? Well, this was her answer.
Stephan froze, and his gaze darkened. Then, he chuckled as he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. He quickly took control.
The hospital ward grew warmer.
When Felicia woke up the next day, her entire <b>body </b>ached <b>as </b>if she had been run over. Her <b>limbs </b>felt so heavy that she could barely lift them. Thinking about <bst </b>night, she felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.
They were so loud. Did anyone outside hear them? Probably not
The hospital was quiet, and the VIP <b>floor </b>had very few people. The small lounge outside the room should have muffled the sounds.
Felicia sat up and realized that all her clothes had been changed. Everything she was wearing, from <b>inside </b>to out, was fresh and clean. Naturally, she knew whose handiwork it was,
She couldn’t help but wonder how Stephan, with his eyesight impaired, had managed to distinguish the front from the back of the garments.
The thought of him fumbling through the process made her <bugh</b><b>. </b>
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of one of the guards. “Mrs. Russell, I’ve brought <b>breakfast</b>.” “Come <b>in</b><b>,</b>” Felicia responded.