Chapter 594
Attes Felicia entered Stephan’s room, expecting to find him pale and weak, lying on the bed. To her surprise, the bed was neatly made, only slightly creased where the blanket had been pulled. He wasn't there.
Where was he? Had they taken him away to be buried? Felicia marveled at her own ability to remain calm in such a situation.
Stephan's bedroom was spacious, with a separate walk-in closet and an adjoining bathroom. A study occupied the opposite side of the room, and floor-to-ceiling windows opened onto a large balcony.
Felicia searched systematically, starting with the study, then the closet, and finally the balcony, but found no trace of him. She continued her search until she heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
She paused, motionless. The sound of water soon ceased. The bathroom door opened, and a tall, slender figure emerged. The man had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and a well-proportioned frame. His eight-pack abs were clearly visible, showcasing smooth, flowing muscle lines—a sensual yet powerful physique. His body exuded strength and energy.
Black hair still dripped water, crystal-like drops tracing a path from his collarbone down his chest and torso, finally meeting the loosely tied bath towel around his waist.
Felicia blinked.
Stephan, apparently sensing her presence, lazily lifted his eyelids. He’d initially thought it was Stanley or another subordinate. He’d been about to yell at them, but seeing Felicia, he froze, almost biting his tongue. Was he dreaming?
In his daze, he saw Felicia waving and saying, "Hi!" Her smile was radiant, her eyes vivid and captivating. Every smile and gesture was enchanting, like a mesmerizing fairy. Reality and dream overlapped, blurring into one.
Stephan chuckled softly, but his smile quickly faded. His jet-black pupils dilated, fixing intensely on Felicia. His gaze was dangerous, like a predator eyeing its prey. An overwhelming sense of danger filled the air between them.
Felicia felt her heart race and instinctively took two steps back. Stephan, however, stepped forward, his shadow engulfing her. The world seemed to darken.
"You—"
Felicia was about to ask about his healed eyes, but he cut her off, silencing her with a kiss.
"Mmph!"
Felicia's eyes widened in pain. She let out muffled grunts, only for him to seize the opportunity and pry her mouth open. His kiss wasn't gentle; it was aggressive, urgent, fierce, intense—a storm overwhelming her.
"Asshole!"
Felicia was furious, but she couldn't even raise a hand, let alone speak. Only God knew what madness possessed Stephan. His actions were incredibly fierce, as if marking and claiming her, declaring his exclusive ownership. Yet, even in the midst of this overwhelming force, he would pause to kiss away her tears and sweat, like a devout worshiper offering his devotion in his own unique way. It was intoxicating, addictive.
Consciousness came and went in waves. Felicia couldn't quite recall what happened next, only that Stephan held her in his arms. Fragments of the encounter, broken and scattered, felt more absurd than a dream.
When she opened her eyes again, she felt a tight grip around her waist. A low, husky voice murmured from above, "You're awake, dear? Would you like some water?"