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

events after their drinks last night. This thought

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

noticed her scarf, "Feeling

Stella

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

was at a loss for words,

If not for what

instructed the servants to serve the reheated

sullenly made her way to the

still in the living room,

"Later." "Okay."

he was

and walked towards the dining room, his tall frame, around six-foot-two, and his long legs were

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

who tried to drug him, though what became of

Ronald's gaze lingered on her, causing

you staring at

is your mouth so

went blank, her pulse

not remember anything? Asking her how her