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

she, with her heart racing

oblivious to the events after their drinks last night. This

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

her scarf,

Stella

herself for his response, "Then

loss for words, pouting after hearing

If not for what he

Stella's descent, instructed the servants

her way to the dining room and took a sip of

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

"Later." "Okay."

he was still

six-foot-two, and his long legs were an impressive sight, enough

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

what became of them afterward remained

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

are you staring at me

mouth so swollen?" Ronald

went blank,

remember anything? Asking her how