Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 165

Ronald stood at the doorway, hearing Stella groan about being tired, a barely perceptible smile flickering in the depths of his penetrating eyes.

He glanced at his wristwatch, "It's already nine o'clock, you sleepyhead."

Stella mumbled, "I'm really exhausted. Just want to sleep a bit more."

"I'm coming in."

Stella was speechless.

Why was he coming in?

Her voice turned frantic, "No, I'll be right up."

The moment Ronald mentioned stepping in, Stella's voice took on a hurried tone, and she quickly pulled up her collar, wrapping her neck more snugly. Ronald called out, "Hurry up, the breakfast's been reheated a couple of times already."

"Got it." Stella said, on the verge of tears.

She rummaged through her closet for a scarf but found it too small to cover up properly, so she opted for a chunky knit scarf instead.

Descending the stairs, she saw Ronald sitting on the couch, busy with work on his laptop.

At the sound of her approach, he looked up, noticing the dark circles under her eyes.

"Didn't sleep well?"

responded with a subdued

with her

glanced at Ronald, who seemed oblivious to the events after their drinks last night. This thought made Stella

of her, because if he had, he wouldn't

noticed her scarf,

Stella

his response, "Then why wrap such a thick scarf around your

a loss for words, pouting

If not

instructed the servants

question, sullenly made her way to the dining room and took a sip

the living room, "Aren't you

"Later." "Okay."

he was still

the dining room, his tall frame, around six-foot-two, and his

well how much Ronald was adored by the

drug him, though what became of

across her, Ronald's gaze lingered on her, causing Stella's

you staring at

your mouth so

blank,

not remember anything? Asking her how