Chapter 1748: It'S Not Your Turn To Sit

Chapter 1748: It's Not Your Turn to Sit

Felix gently caressed her injured arm and gazed at her peaceful

sleeping face. She rarely fell asleep in front of him; this was only the

second time.

Her heart was so cold, every time their intimacy ended, she would

leave without a moment's hesitation.

At this moment, her sleeping face looked beautiful, devoid of her usual

coldness and with a touch of softness added.

He reached out and traced every contour of her face, outlining her

features.

He had long been deeply entangled and unable to extricate himself.

Today, when she took a bullet for him, saying she wanted to protect

him, that scene was deeply imprinted in his heart, something he could

never forget.

She was so resolute. Could he expect something more?

Did she also love him?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips as he lay down beside

her. He held her from behind, feeling her unique presence, feeling that

she belonged completely to him in his embrace. He decided to

accompany her and fall asleep together.

Vicki slept for a long time.

She slept until nearly noon the next day. Her self-healing ability was

strong, and even though she was injured, she recovered much faster

than an ordinary person.

Vicki opened her eyes and immediately sat up. She moved her arms;

although the pain persisted after the anesthesia wore off, it wasn't

much to her.

She looked at the messy sheets beside her. It seemed that Felix had

slept next to her last night. She could vaguely feel it in her half-asleep

state. But now, Felix wasn't here, and she didn't know where he went

after getting up.

Just as she was thinking, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed

open.

An enchanting and glamorous woman in her forties barged in. She still

retained her charm. Her fine curly hair was pinned up, and she was

wearing a burgundy suit. Even at home, she wore glamorous makeup.

Vicki had seen countless people, and she could tell at a glance that the

woman in front of her was a seductress who had relied on her beauty to

climb up when she was young.

Presumably, she was Felix's stepmother, Fox Wright.

Fox rushed into the bedroom, and when she saw Vicki lying on the bed,

she raised her eyebrows arrogantly, her head held high like a proud

peacock.

"Who are you to Felix?"

Vicki sat up straight, her deep black eyes sharp as they scanned Fox,

icy and piercing.

Fox was taken aback, and then she trembled inexplicably, feeling

overwhelmed by Vicki's gaze. This woman was not ordinary at all; even

a single glance from her could make one shudder.

Vicki spoke coldly, "You don't need to know."

No need to know?!

Fox could hardly believe it. She was now the mistress of the Saunders

family. For years, she had been used to being in charge, with everyone

bowing and scraping before her, flattering her. Now, someone dared to

speak to her like this?

This was simply outrageous.

Fox's anger surged, and she rushed towards Vicki.

“You bitch, do you have any shame? How dare you lie on Felix's bed?

Felix is really something, bringing all kinds of unsavory women home

without even asking for my consent. Let me show you how I'll deal with

you!"

Fox was about to raise her hand and slap Vicki.

However, Vicki deftly avoided her attack, flipping over and landing

gracefully on the ground. She stood firmly in front of Fox.

Her natural height advantage instantly made Fox seem shorter.

Feeling looked down upon like this was unpleasant.

Fox placed her hands on her hips. "Bitch, you dare to dodge. Do you

know who I am? Believe me, I can kill you!"

She noticed that the woman in front of her was injured, her arm

wrapped in thick bandages, and there was a scent of medication on her

body. She didn't believe she couldn't deal with an injured woman.

Fox targeted Vicki's injured arm, intending to forcefully yank it and then

slap her.

Vicki had already sensed Fox's intentions. She sneered disdainfully, not

even bothering to move her body, and used her other hand to

accurately lock Fox's throat, instantly rendering her unable to move.

Fox was almost lifted off the ground, her throat being strangled, and

she couldn't breathe. She could only make “gurgling” sounds in her

throat. She struggled desperately, but the more she struggled, the

faster the air in her chest was depleted, and she couldn't catch her

breath at all.

Vicki coldly stared at her, mocking, “Kill me? Just based on you?

Dealing with you only requires one finger."

Fox kicked her legs, feeling the imminent sense of death, and she was

extremely frightened. Her face turned red, andshe began to cough

violently, her face as red as fire.

She had never been so close to death before. She was terrified,

trembling with fear.

Just when she was about to suffocate, Vicki suddenly released her.

Vicki raised her hand, and the tremendous recoil sent Fox flying to the

ground with a loud thud.

Fox gasped for air, taking big gulps of breath. Her chest filled with a

large amount of air, and she coughed uncontrollably, her face turning

as red as a fire.

At this moment, Felix heard the commotion in the room and rushed in.

He had only gone downstairs to get Vicki's morning nutrition meal,

hoping to avoid disturbing her.

Unexpectedly, in just a short while, someone couldn't restrain

themselves.

He was extremely worried, especially since Vicki had been shot.

But when he rushed into the room and saw the scene before him, he

realized his worries were unnecessary.

Fox lay on the ground in a pitiful state, a clear bruise mark on her neck,

gasping for breath.

Vicki stood leisurely, taking a tissue to wipe her fingers.

Clearly, someone had been taught a harsh lesson.

Felix, still somewhat concerned, quickly asked, "Vicki, is your arm

okay?"

At this moment, Fox finally regained her breath. When she saw Felix

enter, she glared fiercely at him and accused loudly, "Felix, is this the

woman you brought home? You didn't even say a word. You don't

respect me, your mother. And, she actually dared to lay hands on me?"

Felix decided to introduce her, "She is my fiancée, Vicki. Since you've

already met, I won't go into further details."

"What?!"

Fox couldn't believe it. "Fiancée?! You want to marry her? Not just

playing around? You want to marry this barbaric and violent woman?"

Felix furrowed his brow. "Shut up. You were the one who attacked first.”

He knew Vicki too well. She wouldn't provoke others unless they

provoked her first. Vicki only showed her strength to teach Fox a

lesson.

“You! Do you have any regard for me? I am the mistress of this house!

If you want to marry her, you must have my consent!" Fox was furious.

Felix never paid attention to her, and she had complained about it in

front of the old man many times, but the old man couldn't control him.

Fortunately, Felix rarely came home, so she could avoid him most of

the time. She didn't expect Felix to bring someone home like this,

completely ignoring her.

Felix was about to speak.

Vicki suddenly interjected, "Are you the mistress of this house?"

She sneered disdainfully, “If I enter, it's not your turn to sit in the

position of the mistress."