Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 179

Stella couldn't be bothered to engage with him any longer and turned to leave.

But Yorick grabbed her again, his head pounding fiercely. It was clear that Stella hadn't shown any mercy earlier. It felt like his brain was being scrambled. Catching Yorick's gaze, Stella raised an eyebrow. "Again?"

In that brief instant, Yorick's gaze shifted, catching the swelling on Stella's lips and the marks peeking out from the edge of her scarf.

His mind went blank, his vision shattered.

He reached out and yanked the scarf from around Stella's neck, revealing several hickey marks.

In that instant, Yorick found it hard to breathe.

"You and those guys?"

Yorick couldn't finish his sentence. He was an adult, after all. He knew exactly what those marks meant.

No one knew how he had spent the past few days, tormented by the thought of Stella with other men, convincing himself she was just angry with him and that it was all for show. But now... was it all for show?

"Are you nut?"

one thing, but bringing up her man? That was something else entirely. Did he think

grip, but the damn man held on

Stella's wrist, Ronald stood there, hands in pockets, his gaze icy. Yorick, clutching his stomach and

was both Stella and Ronald who

as if his insides were shattered;

at

Ronald, Stella asked, "How

you become

coat and

cold, and you're dressed so

scent enveloped Stella, pleasant and slightly sweet, drawing

weakness,

strength? Stella must have fought

kick him,

gaze warningly

heavily and sweating coldly, glared at Stella. "Stella,

could respond, Ronald approached Yorick

instinctively tried to back away, but it

a 'crack'. Without a doubt, his already injured hand must have been damaged further. Before he could even

"You bastard!"