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

with her heart racing all

who seemed oblivious to the events after their drinks last night. This thought made Stella feel

he hadn't taken advantage of her, because if he had, he wouldn't even remember

her scarf,

Stella replied

his response, "Then why wrap such a thick

words, pouting after hearing what he

indeed? If not

Stella's descent, instructed the servants

her way to the dining room and took a sip of

in the living

"Later." "Okay."

he was

and walked towards the dining room, his tall frame, around six-foot-two, and his long legs were an impressive sight, enough to make anyone's

all too well how much Ronald was adored by the

to drug him, though what became

lingered on her, causing Stella's heart to

are you staring at

is your mouth so swollen?"

blank, her pulse

he really not remember anything? Asking her how her lips