Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 428

However, Stephan didn’t say anything.

Hence, continued by saying, “It’s the middle of the night. What if something happens to Ms. Fuller? That would be a disaster.”

Stephan shot him a sharp glance, his eyes as piercing as blades. In the end, he finally spat out two words, “Turn around”

“Okay.” The driver released a sigh of relief and immediately inade a U–tum at the next intersection, Immediately returning to where they had left Felicia.

However, Pelicia was no longer in sight when they got there.

The driver let out an awkward laugh and said, “Ms. Fuller most’ve taken a cab.”

Stephan frowned, his voice icy. “Did you see any cab pass by just now? Check over there.

He pointed to a roadside lined with cherry blossom trees. Though it wasn’t the blooming season for the blossoms, a car was parked under one of the trees, and next to it stood two figures.

One was Felicia, and the other was Maurice

The driver’s jaw dropped in shock as he asked, “Mr. Rouell, isn’t that the head of the Glover family? I thought he had

There was no need for questioning. The only one who could heal Maurice was Felicia.

No wonder Felicia had gotten out of the car so decisively, eager to end things. It was because someone had been waiting for her

Stephan let out a low, bitter laugh laced with self–mockery. “Let’s go.”

“Yes.” The driver didn’t dare say anything else nor dare glance at the rear–view mirror to catch Stephan’s expression. Just the sound of his cold, mocking laugh was enough to send chills down his spine.

Under the cherry blossom trees, Felicia stood at the roadside, facing Maurice. Her face was full of caution, and a few silver needles were glinting in her band, ready to strike at any insment.

A few minutes earlier, Felicia was about to hall a cab when a car following her bonked persistently.

She stopped in her tracks, only to be surprised when Maurice stepped out of the car.

“What are you doing here?” Of course, Felicia didn’t bother to

“I don’t want to talk to you. Felicia turned on her heel to leave.

However, Maurice didn’t get back in hiscar. Instead, he followed her unhurriedly.

Perhaps to ease Felicia’s guard or maybe he was wary of the silver needles in her hand, Maurice always raised his hands in a gesture of surrender whenever Felicia glanced back at him. Moreover, he kept a five–yard distance the entire time.

After walking like this for a while, Felicia finally lost her patience. She stopped, her tone full of irritation as she questioned, “Maurice, what do you want?

He should just get it over with the had a tatck up his sleeve. Instead, he loept annoying her like this!

Matice lowered his gaze lightly. His figure stretched long under the streetlight, his smile revealing his white teeth and rosy lips. The red mole at the comer of his eye also added a touch of devilish chim

Lazily, he said, “Nothing I just want to send you home.”

Felicia colled her eyes hard, thirlding that this guy was crazy. She would’ve laughed in his face if he had any shame.

Maurice spread his hands, feigning innocence. His expression suggested that he didn’t care whether she believed him or not.

After that, Felicia quickened her pace, wanting to get as far away from this lunatic as possible.