Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 86

In the next instant, Stella found herself swept into his arms, followed by a kiss tinged with the faint aroma of red wine landing on her lips. Boom!

A thunderous shockwave hit Stella, rendering her completely stunned, her body turning to stone!

Her lack of resistance, in his eyes, seemed like acquiescence, and his kisses grew wilder, conquering with reckless abandon.

It took five heartbeats for Stella to snap back to reality, instinctively placing her hands against his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away.

But in a blink, her slender wrists were captured and pinned behind her back.

"Ronald, Ronald," she cried out in shock.

The man pinning her down, his eyes heavy with intoxication, gave her a brief glance. His gaze was deep and hazy, making Stella unsure if he possessed any semblance of reason. She managed to free her hands and cupped his face. "Tell me, who am I?"

The hidden side of her heart, never meant to be revealed, suddenly surged forward, and Stella couldn't believe it. After all, this was happening while Ronald was drunk. She...fancied him, missed him, loved him.

In Ferrowland, a relationship between two persons without blood ties wasn't a taboo. But she was scared.

she felt that to him, she was nothing more than

reciprocate,

being silent, a hint of disappointment flickered across Stella's eyes, "Don't you recognize

voice carried a

respond but instead cupped her face, leaning

away,

was sober now, whatever happened next would simply

waking up to find out it was her he was

in this moment,

with him, everything could be changed, her heart

...

managed to

a hangover cure. Though her culinary skills

limited, hangover cures

something she excelled at

came home drunk. The hangover cures

and concocted a