After everything was tidied, Felicia assumed Stephan would have left. Yet, as she opened the bathroom door, he stood outside with his arms crossed.

"Uh…," Felicia waved, signaling him to move. "Can you move aside?"

Stephan let out a soft chuckle, his gaze dropping slightly. Felicia followed his line of sight to her slippers, neatly placed before her. She was surprised by his meticulous care.

What followed was disinfecting and dressing her wounds. The cuts were minor, so it was quick. She used her Panas psenda-ginthers, known for their healing properties.

Thinking of this, she nudged Stephan and asked, "Have your wounds healed yet?"

He glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "More or less," he replied.

"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to ruin my reputation?" Felicia nearly exploded. However, Stephan's deep, alluring gaze widened her eyes, making his already attractive features even more captivating.

She was momentarily dazed. Internally, she grumbled, "How is it fair for a grown man to look this good? That's cheating!"

"By the way, it's really late. Aren't you leaving yet?" she finally said, gesturing to the nearly 5:00 AM sky, faintly illuminated by the first light of dawn in a deep blue hue.

Stephan's reply was a confident, "Nope."

Felicia was speechless. His tone suggested he planned to sleep. She felt flustered and objected, "No, you can't stay! I can't accommodate you. The guest rooms aren't set up; they're completely empty!"

She wasn't lying. Despite the villa's size, she lived alone. The guest rooms were empty, lacking even beds.

Stephan hummed in acknowledgment but didn't press the issue. Just as Felicia breathed a sigh of relief, she felt a weight press her down onto the couch.

"Hey Stephan, don't push your luck!" she exclaimed, furious, flailing her arms and legs. However, she was quickly restrained in his powerful embrace.

"Don't move," he whispered in his deep, husky voice, his warm breath tickling her ear. She heard a trace of exhaustion in his tone.

Felicia gradually stopped struggling. Stephan remained still, simply holding her close on the spacious couch. He closed his eyes.

Perhaps it was exhaustion or the rhythm of his heartbeat, but Felicia grew drowsy. She caught the faint scent of his cool, fresh fragrance, reminiscent of fresh mountain snow—cold, yet pure.

Exactly ten minutes later, Stephan opened his eyes. His slight movement woke Felicia. Realizing their embrace, she instinctively pushed him away.

Stephan rolled off the couch, landing with a heavy thud. Felicia was about to say he deserved it, but worried about his injury. She leaned over, only to see him getting up. Despite the fall, his handsome face showed no anger, only resigned helplessness—perhaps even indulgence.

Felicia recognized that look. She had often seen the Fuller couple direct such an expression toward Kayla. But Stephan's indulgence felt different; it was directed at her alone.