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?"

"At the hospital, the

an eyebrow, "Interesting choice

women visiting a gynaecology and obstetrics

a siren, and Yorick's no better. You should call off

irked before Stella

a

leaving. Now she was back, getting

to stir things up right before

hardened,

asked, "Where are you

someone's stirring the pot, might as well see it for myself," Stella quipped

at her reflection in the wedding dress, she reached for the bodice

shock. Yet, none dared to approach her, given the stern look on

back into her own clothes, her phone vibrating again. She took a glance.

the man's stern voice came over the phone,

the past two years, Yorick had been nothing but kind and attentive. Now, it seemed things were changing, likely due to Ursula's

eyes. Not bothering to give him a reply,

office to find him making a call near

he looked refreshingly striking, especially his flawless profile. He was expressly lucky to have the looks considered as one-of-the-kind in Portis City.

Yorick went to the sofa and sat down, his previous warmth during the call disappeared, instead coldness

instead of sitting beside him as usual, chose a seat across from him. Yorick's expression