Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

On the plane back to Khogend, Stanley kept mumbling the entire way.

Felicia leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed. She looked as though she was peacefully asleep.

Stanley scratched his head and wisely kept his mouth shut. Just then, he heard Felicia ask, “Any news from Stephan?”

“None,” he replied.

“Oh.”

Felicia opened her eyes. The last time she received a call from Stephan was three days ago. At that time, he mentioned there was no signal, and then the line went dead.

She had tried calling Stephan twice since then, but the response was always that the call could not be connected.

It had been nearly ten days since he left. Could something have happened?

She gazed at the scenery outside the plane window. They were now flying over Khogend. It wouldn’t be long before they landed. From above, the winding lights on the ground resembled sparkding stars.

Stanley tried to curry favor with her, saying, “Don’t worry, ma’am. If there’s any news from Mr. Russell, I’ll be sure to inform you.”

“It’s okay,” Felicia replied, smiling faintly. novelbin

With Imogen’s temper going out of control and her threatening to sever ties with Stephan, would he go against the will of his only sister under such circumstances?

Why make things difficult for herself or others, right?

Felicia fell silent. By the time she returned home, it was almost dawn. The villa was brightly lit, and shadows could be seen moving through the full–length windows.

She paused for a moment, her first thought being that a thief had broken in!

But when she stepped inside the villa, she realized it was the maids. She then remembered that before leaving, Stephan had arranged for them to be there. Some were tasked with cleaning, and others handled her meals.

At that time, he had even jokingly said it was to prepare her for their married life. He wanted to integrate people into her daily routine in advance.

Only now did Felicia realize that both she and her life had been imprinted with traces of that man in a domineering yet subtle way.

How infuriating. That bastard!

She pressed her temples, feeling the urge to laugh but being unable to do so.

Having stayed up all night, her body was sore and fatigued, but her mind was in chaos, leaving her wide awake.

Dragging her heavy steps, Felicia prepared to go upstairs to catch up on some sleep. A maid approached and asked respectfully, “Miss, we prepared some oatmeal for you in the kitchen. Would you like to have some first?”

“No thanks. I’ll have it after I wake up. Thank you for your hard work.”

Felicia originally planned to figure out arrangements for these people. If worse came to worst, she would just consider them as hired hands and negotiate their wages later.

But for now, she didn’t have the energy. She decided to put it off. Everything could wait until after she had some sleep.

Returning to her bedroom, Felicia collapsed onto the bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, and quickly fell asleep.

The sound of an ancient, distant bell rang again.

Fuck! That was it! This could not continue!

Felicia opened her eyes from her dream and looked around, only to find herself not in bed. Cold sweat poured from her as chills ran down her spine. Every hair on her body stood on end.

It seemed… she had sleepwalked again!