Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)
Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 352

Chapter 352

Stephen’s words caught Felicia off guard. So, the reason Stephan had rushed back to Khogend, leaving everything behind in Seldvale, was because he thought she was in danger as she had

been unreachable?

She recalled what Mike had mentioned

that during her seven–day disappearance, Stephan

had deployed numerous resources to find her.

Pressing her lips together, Felicia forced a small smile. “So, it seems I owe you another favor?”

Her tone was polite but distant.

Stephan’s expression darkened, his frustration barely contained. He chuckled bitterly. “Yes, you’re right. I do have ulterior motives for coming to Khogend.”

“Oh…” Felicia let out a small exhale, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

But her apparent relief only stoked the fire within Stephan. To him, it seemed like she was desperate to sever any ties between them as if his presence was something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

Was he that intolerable?

A heavy silence lingered between them as Stephan’s jaw tightened. His hand around her waist instinctively clenched tighter as though trying to anchor her. But something inside him shifted when his gaze locked onto Felicia’s calm, detached eyes.

Without a word, his hand loosened, and he stepped back.

For a fleeting moment, Felicia saw a flicker of the man she had first met–the one who exuded a cold, unapproachable air. The same unyielding indifference and aloofness now seemed to build an impenetrable wall between them had returned in full force.

Stephan turned and left.

When he arrived, his commanding presence had parted the crowd in the clinic. His sharp gaze had found Felicia instantly, his steps purposeful and resolute. There had even been a softness in his expression when he looked at her, a rare moment of warmth that thawed his otherwise icy demeanor.

But as he walked away, his demeanor turned sharp and oppressive. A storm was brewing beneath his surface. The chilling air he left in his wake silenced the entire hall. The senior physicians and assistants, who had been busy moments before, froze, a collective shiver running down their spines.

Felicia emerged from the herb storeroom soon after, her expression calm and collected as if nothing had happened. Spotting Kerry still lingering around, she raised an eyebrow.” Thinking about skipping out on your bonus? Get going and buy the herbs.”

Chary

“Oh, right! I’m on it!” Kerry clutched the list and bolted out the door, not daring to linger a second longer.

Union Clinic had been growing steadily under Felicia’s leadership. With more staff and

generous pay, everyone was kept on their toes. No one wanted to risk losing out on their hefty

bonuses.

The eight senior physicians kept their heads low pretending to be preoccupied with their work. Curiosity burned in their eyes, but no one dared ask about the mysterious man or his

connection to Felicia.

Returning to her tasks, Felicia busied herself in the storeroom again. The next two days passed uneventfully. As promised, she crafted a calming sachet that emitted a subtle fragrance of jasmine and osmanthus, making it pleasant and soothing.

The sachet was made with carefully selected ingredients to ensure it was safe for a child to use, whether carried around or placed by a pillow.

Once it was ready, Felicia called Mike and asked him to pick it

1. up.

He arrived quickly, stepping into the clinic just as Felicia came out of the storeroom. She handed him the two sachets she had made.

Mike raised an eyebrow as he brought one to his nose, sniffing curiously. “Osmanthus and jasmine?”

“Yep. Let Sandra smell them first. If she likes the scent, she can keep them. It’ll help her sleep better.”

“Thanks!” Mike’s grin was broad and genuine as he carefully tucked the sachets into his pockets like prized possessions.

Felicia lifted her hand in a casual wave, signaling he was free to leave. But Mike hesitated, shifting on his feet as if something was on his mind.

“What’s up?” Felicia prompted, raising a brow.

Clearing his throat, Mike scratched his nose sheepishly. “Did you and Stephan have a fight or something? I went to see him yesterday, and he slammed the door in my face.”

Felicia blinked, caught off guard. She then let out a small laugh. “No, you’re overthinking it.”

It hardly counted as an argument. It was more like clearing up a misunderstanding.

Felicia wasn’t about to waste time dwelling on it. She had bigger things to deal with. Turning to Kerry, she said simply, “See him out.”