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?"

brought back memories from the night before for both

in Ronald's eyes deepened,

knew he

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

he

her grew

it was

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

"Uh?"

Dislike?

he wasn't just talking

Ronald's gaze, yet finding no clues

it," she stammered, and then quickly lowered her head

her face was as red as a

watched her, his eyes

hurriedly finished

and scurried off, looking

Pse she was fleeing

swnobelet

flushed face as he passed her. He

Finley a knowing

felt the weight of

"No, not really."

took a sip

sat

to a