Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)
Chapter 107

Kayla looked like she had just stepped out of a shower, her hair still damp and the tips glistening with water. Her cheeks were flushed from the steam, and her beautiful, doe-like eyes were filled with a shy innocence, giving her an air of vulnerability. The thin, sheer gown did little to hide her figure as she glided closer to Arnold, leaving a trail of delicate, wet footprints behind her. The gown floated around her like a butterfly in the air. "Arnie..."

She bit her lip shyly, and as she lowered her head, her dark hair cascaded down, accentuating her porcelain-like skin.

Arnold's breath caught in his throat, and his dark eyes intensified.

However, when Kayla stepped forward to embrace him, he gently pushed her away and said firmly, "Stop it. Put some clothes on."

Kayla clung to him. She refused to relent, her body warm and fragrant against him. The unique scent enveloped him, and for a moment, he felt a rush of confusion.

Yet in the next second, he pushed her away again, his tone harsher than before.

"Since you're not unwell, I'm leaving."

With that, he strode toward the door. His back turned to her in cold dismissal.

Kayla was stunned.

She had gone to great lengths to prepare for tonight, spending over a month on beauty treatments and pouring money into ensuring she looked flawless from head to toe. And Arnold was now walking away?

There was no way Kayla was going to let that happen.

Kayla dashed forward and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her voice thick with emotion. "Arnie, I like you so much! Why don't you want me?"

Arnold was exasperated, slowly prying her arms off him as he spoke, "Kayla, I like you too, but it's more like the kind of affection a brother has for his sister. You get it, right?"

Kayla's eyes widened in disbelief, her tears instantly brimming. She couldn't believe what Arnold just said. It felt as though a knife had stabbed through her heart, leaving it bleeding and raw. "Arnie, I've known you since I was eight! It's been ten years. You've given me so many gifts, taken me on trips, and stood up for me when others bullied me.

"Yet, you're now saying that the way you feel for me is what a sibling has?"

She shook her head violently, crying out, "I don't believe it! You're lying! You must like someone else now and don't want me! Who is it? Is it Felicia?" "It's not!"

Arnold shot down the accusation without hesitation, even feeling irritated at the mention of Felicia's name.

He could like anyone, but not Felicia.

Kayla let out a sigh of relief and

skillfully maneuvered around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Before Arnold could react, she rose on her toes and kissed him.

"Kayla! Get down!"

He attempted to pull away, but with her arms docked around him, he couldn't simply toss her aside. Neither knew who stumbled first in the struggle, and they both fell onto the bed in a tangle. Narugi

Arnold looked slightly disheveled, a hint of lipstick smudged on his collar and the corner of his mouth.

With a sultry voice that dripped with sweetness and temptation, Kayla said, "Arnie, you don't want to get engaged to Felicia, do you? So, why not stay and keep me company for a while?"

This time, as she leaned in to kiss him again, Arnold, already breathless from the teasing, didn't push her away.

For just a fleeting moment, her stunning face merged in his mind with the captivating image of Felicia.

...

The following day, sunlight flooded the luxurious bedroom of the apartment, and Kayla blinked awake. Glancing to her side, she found the space next to her empty and cold. She was still wearing the sheer gown from the previous night, covered with a blanket.

The memories of last night flooded her mind in an instant.