Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 465

"You heartless little thing," Stephan muttered.

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

In that fleeting moment, the distance between them 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 kiss…

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.