Felicia was caught off guard by Stephan's words. In that instant, her heart warmed and tears gathered in her eyes.
She instinctively turned her away, not wanting Stephan to notice. But he did. His fingers gently guided her face back toward him, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Why are you hiding? Don't tell me you're about to cry."
Felicia rolled her eyes. "You're the one crying!"
Even though Stephan couldn't see, his intuition remained uncanny.
Felicia pouted. She wasn't crying, just a little moved.
After all, she had been abandoned too many times and had never been someone's choice.
But now, someone was holding her hand so firmly. Someone refused to let go no matter the situation—not even for a second.
She felt secure.
Felicia was still emotionally lost when she suddenly felt a hand slide under the blanket.
The hand was well-defined, with calloused fingertips. Wherever it moved, it sent sparks through her body.
The two of them were already squeezed into the same hospital bed. With their bodies so close together, Stephan couldn't miss her reaction.
He chuckled, his eyes flickering even though his vision was blurred. Yet his gaze still landed on Felicia's face.
Felicia felt a mix of frustration and embarrassment. How could he keep making these increasingly bold moves while maintaining such a calm and collected demeanor?
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