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

she, with her heart

seemed oblivious to the events after their drinks last night. This thought made

because if he had, he wouldn't even

her scarf,

really," Stella replied

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

at a loss for words, pouting

not for what

the servants

sullenly made her way to the dining room and took a sip of

in the living room, "Aren't

"Later." "Okay."

he was still

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

Ronald was adored by the ladies. However, his

there were those who tried to drug him, though what became of them afterward remained a mystery as they never showed

her, causing Stella's heart to skip

staring at me

your mouth so swollen?"

blank, her

he really not remember anything? Asking her how