Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 17

Because of Orion's words, Yorick had made his way to Silk-River Residences well before noon, finding both his and Orion's attempts to reach Stella via phone futile. Left with no choice, he resorted to knocking on Stella's door. Ten minutes of persistent knocking yielded no response, darkening Yorick's already foul mood. Orion suggested, "Maybe Ms. Quinn headed to the manor earlier?"

The mere thought of Stella going ahead without him nearly pushed Yorick over the edge.

"Went ahead on her own?"

Orion proposed, "Why don't you call Mrs. Quarry?"

Without hesitation, Yorick pulled out his phone and dialed his mother's number.

Imogen answered, informing him that she had tried contacting Stella, who was already on her way to their place.

She questioned, "Why are you calling me? Why didn't you just call Star?"

Veins throbbed on Yorick's forehead in frustration. If he could've reached Stella by phone, he wouldn't be resorting to calling his mother.

"I'm heading back."

He avoided mentioning Stella blocking his number; too embarrassing.

Imogen warned, "Come back then. But I warn you, you better apologize properly, and make sure to promise her you won't see that Ursula again." Through the phone, Imogen's concern was palpable, especially with the entire estate on edge, partly due to Ursula's recent diagnosis of Uterine cancer. Marrying Ursula? That might as well spell the end for the Quarry lineage.

the hefty promises

said, if this wedding falls through,

collective abandonment from his elders made it

like Stella so

good fortune,

fortune. In

cut him off, "Enough talk, hurry back and remember what

waiting for a response from Yorick,

the closed door, Yorick was fuming at Stella. Despite her seeming flaws and odd temperament, she had somehow charmed

...

Stella's arrival at the Quarry Manor,

of her, Imogen greeted her warmly, "My dear, you must've been through

I brought

a velvet box, endearing herself further to

I asked,

heart even more. She wondered if the Larkins were all bind; how could

"I thought this

Stella sent her just a brooch, while Imogen took out a

to decline, "This is