Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)
Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 465

Chapter 465

“You heartless little thing,” Stephan muttered.

As he propped himself up with one hand, he bent his leanwaist slightly, bringing his face level with Felicia’s as she sat on the couch.

In that fleeting moment, the distance between thein was almost nonexistent.

In Stephan’s dark, piercing eyes, Felicia caught a fleeting glimpse of something possessive. It was an almost tyrannical thirst for control, tinged with a predatory hunger. It exuded a domineering sense of ownership, as though he wanted to brand her as his

But just as quickly, Stephan pulled back. He reached out with his other hand and ruffled her hair before standing up and walking away.

That intense, heart–stopping gaze and his subtle intention of wanting to kiss her seemed to have been nothing more than an illusion.

Felicia snapped out of it, realizing that aside from feeling nervous, there was also a faint trace of excitement bubbling within her. It was as if a part of her had been secretly hoping he’d follow through with that loss.

Shaking her head, she refocused her thoughts on something more important and immediately grabbed her laptop. Quickly, she pulled up the villa’s surveillance footage from the night before.

The cameras had been installed long before she moved in, covering every corner from the front gate to the front yard and the back garden, leaving no blind spots.

She had never recalled being a sleepwalker before, but when she reviewed the footage, it clearly showed that at precisely 3:20:05 am, she walked out of the house barefoot in her pajamas. Her steps were slow, steadily heading forward.

She tried to recall the events, but her memory only extended to falling asleep on the rooftop terrace under the evening breeze. She had no recollection of walking such a distance.

If not for the undeniable evidence that was the surveillance footage, she wouldn’t have believed it no matter what people said!

Frowning, she zoomed in on the footage.

She noticed that throughout the sleepwalking episode, her eyes remained closed, and her actions appeared guided by some unseen force. There was even a faint expression of resistance on her face.

A dull ache throbbed in her head. Was her problem physical or psychological?

Or perhaps…

A sudden memory struck her. Right before losing control of her body, she had faintly heard the sound of a bell ringing Where did that sound come from? Could it have anything to do with her sleepwalking?

And if so, who was behind it, and what were they trying to achieve?

Taking a deep breath, Felicia resolved to remain vigilant at all times no matter where she was. She also called the villa’s property management to report having seen someone suspicious lurking around the area the previous night.

Of course, that was just a fabricated story, but the property manager immediately promised to enhance nighttime security and patrols to ensure the safety of all residents.

After hanging up, she let out a sigh of relief.

The following days were calm and uneventful. She didn’t hear the bells again, nor did she experience another sleepwalking episode. This brought her some

comfort.

Besides that, even Maurice, who had a habit of behaving like a madman, hadn’t made an appearance. Amidst her busy schedule, Felicia couldn’t help but think of Steplun occasionally.

Since that early morning encounter, he hadn’t shown up again. Instead, there were the occasional phone calls and messages, but the calls never lasted more than a minute before he was hurriedly interrupted.

The last text message be sent was three days ago, and it contained just two words, “Miss me?

Even through the phone, Felicia could vividly picture the mischievous expression on his face as he typed those words.

She hadn’t replied

Yet in the moments of idleness, she would find her thoughts wandering. She would wonder where Stephan might be and what he was doing at that moment.

No matter how hard she tried to suppress it, some thoughts were simply impossible to control. She could only sigh helplessly, then threw herself into her work with greater focus. She hoped to redirect her attention elsewhere.

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