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?"

but bringing up her man? That was something else entirely. Did he

off Yorick's grip, but the damn

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

Stella and Ronald who had kicked him

felt as if his insides were shattered; the pain

at Stella. "You...

asked, "How

you become

off his coat and wrapped

cold, and you're dressed so

enveloped Stella, pleasant and slightly

weakness, Yorick's face turned

Stella must have fought dogs for food with

"I did kick him, and then you showed

her up by the hand, his gaze warningly fixed on Yorick,

sweating coldly, glared at Stella. "Stella, explain

she could respond, Ronald approached Yorick with an

instinctively tried to back away, but it was too

Ronald sent Yorick sprawling on the ground, and Yorick could swear he heard a 'crack'. Without a doubt, his already injured hand must have been damaged further. Before he could even

"You bastard!"