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 a subdued

she, with her heart racing

events after their drinks last night. This

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

her scarf,

really," Stella

for his response, "Then why wrap

loss for words,

not for what

descent, instructed the servants to

question, sullenly made her way to the dining room and took a

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

"Later." "Okay."

wonder he was

laptop and walked towards the dining room, his tall frame, around six-foot-two, and

years, Stella knew all too well how much Ronald was adored

what became of them afterward remained a mystery as they never

lingered on her, causing

staring at

is your mouth so swollen?" Ronald

blank, her pulse

not remember anything? Asking her how her lips got like