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

she, with her

oblivious to the events after their drinks last night. This thought made Stella feel even more

hadn't taken advantage of her, because if

her scarf, "Feeling

really," Stella replied without

braced herself for his response, "Then why wrap such

loss for words, pouting after hearing

indeed? If not for what

Stella's descent, instructed the

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

Ronald still in the living room,

"Later." "Okay."

he

laptop and walked towards the dining room, his tall frame, around six-foot-two, and his long legs were an impressive sight, enough to make

too well how much Ronald was adored by

who tried to drug him, though what became of them afterward remained a mystery as

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

are you staring at me

your mouth so

went blank,

remember anything? Asking her