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?"

with a subdued

could she, with her heart racing all

events after their drinks last night.

if he had,

noticed her scarf,

Stella

words, she braced herself for his response, "Then why wrap such a

was at a loss for words, pouting after hearing what

If not for what he

descent, instructed the servants to serve the reheated

her way to the dining room and took a sip of her

still in the living

"Later." "Okay."

he was still

frame, around six-foot-two, and his long legs were an impressive sight, enough to make

Stella knew all too well how much Ronald was adored by the ladies. However, his aloof demeanor

course, there were those who tried to drug him, though what became of them

on her, causing Stella's heart to

are you staring at

mouth so

went blank,

not remember anything? Asking