Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 88

Ronald raised an eyebrow at her stillness, "What's up? Do I need to come over there and carry you?"

"I'm...I'm just not hungry, that's all."

Before she knew it, Ronald had risen from his chair and was striding towards her.

His long legs closed the distance before Stella's mind could even catch up, and in a swift motion, he scooped her up and headed for the dining room. Stella let out a little yelp, her cheeks flushing a bright red beneath her mask.

Oh, heavens!

"Put me down, I can walk on my own."

Ronald looked down, "Decided to listen now, have you? I thought these years outside had turned you completely rebellious, beyond taming."

At his words, Stella's face turned even redder.

Rebellious? Well, maybe leaving home for so many years did look like rebellion in the eyes of Ronald, and even Mom.

Without further ado, Ronald carried her to the dining table and seated her.

"Take off the mask."

This time, Stella didn't resist, quickly removing the mask from her face.

Sitting across from her, Ronald naturally noticed her swollen lips.

"What happened to your lips?"

back memories from the night before

eyes deepened, and Stella's

he would

"I...I don't know."

him it was because of his kisses. What if he didn't remember anything about

on her grew more

mumbled, "Maybe it was

the atmosphere in the dining room a bit awkward. Stella couldn't bring herself to meet Ronald's gaze. Looking at her profoundly,

"Uh?"

Dislike?

did it feel like he wasn't just talking

meeting Ronald's gaze, yet finding no clues in his

stammered, and then quickly lowered her

face was as

his eyes softening with

finished her

and scurried off, looking

Pse she was fleeing

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a glimpse of Stella's flushed face as he passed her. He turned to Ronald, "What did you do to make her blush so early in the

Ronald shot Finley a knowing

felt the weight of his gaze, his

"No, not really."

sip of his

promptly sat

out to a servant,