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

with her heart racing all

after their drinks last night. This thought

of her, because if he had, he wouldn't even remember to take

her

Stella replied

herself for his response, "Then why wrap such a thick

at a loss for words, pouting after hearing

If not for what he

instructed the servants to serve

sullenly made her way to the dining room and

towards Ronald still in the living room, "Aren't you going out

"Later." "Okay."

he

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 heart

all too well how much Ronald was adored

to drug him, though what became of them afterward remained a

on her, causing Stella's

staring at me like

mouth so

blank, her

anything? Asking her