Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 1

"It's breathtaking!"

Stella Quinn was clad in a wedding dress; her slender waist accentuated by the dress's voluminous skirt, she looked every bit the princess in a fairy tale.

Even without makeup, her face looked exquisitely stunning, earning her praises from the shop manager adjusting her dress.

"Why didn't Mr. Yorick Quarry come with you to check it out? Men and women see things differently, you know."

Stella's lips curled into a polite smile, "Work's got him tied up. He couldn't make it."

As if on cue, her phone buzzed. Glancing at the caller ID, she answered, "Susie."

"Star, I just saw Ursula and Yorick together!"

The originally joy on Stella's face slowly faded away at the news, her gaze turning icy as well.

Yorick Quarry, her fiancé, and they were planning to marry in a week. While Ursula Larkin, just the mention of her name stirred a sense of distaste in Stella.

Stella signaled the shop manager, who was fetching the dress. The latter nodded in comprehension. With a wave of her hand, all the staff immediately went away with the manager.

Left alone, Stella gazed at her well-manicured nails and asked nonchalantly, "Where did you see them?"

hospital,

eyebrow,

gynaecology and obstetrics together usually hinted

siren, and Yorick's

got irked before

time she makes a move, I'm the one who suffers.

leaving. Now she was back, getting entangled with Yorick. Did she think Stella was too

right before your wedding, she's clearly up to

hardened,

asked, "Where are

as well see

the bodice and tore

the scene, the staff nearby turned in shock. Yet, none dared to approach her, given the stern

own clothes, her phone vibrating again. She took a

stern voice came over the

had been nothing but kind and attentive. Now, it seemed

flashed across Stella's eyes. Not bothering to give him a reply, she hung up without

entered Yorick's office to find him making a call

one-of-the-kind in Portis City. Noticing Stella, he quickly said to someone at the other end of the phone, "Have the lunch without me.

to the sofa and sat down, his previous warmth during the call disappeared, instead coldness creeping in his gaze. He looked over

him. Yorick's expression grew colder at her aloofness. The click of a lighter