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 he could just talk

Yorick's grip, but the

Stella delivered a swift kick to his stomach, accompanied by a loud 'thump'. The moment Yorick groaned and released Stella's wrist, Ronald stood there, hands in pockets, his gaze

and Ronald who had

his insides were shattered; the pain was

at Stella.

Stella asked, "How did you get

did you become

coat and wrapped

cold, and

Stella, pleasant and slightly sweet,

weakness, Yorick's face turned even

possess such strength? Stella must have fought

muttered, "I did kick him,

pulled her up by the hand, his gaze warningly

and sweating coldly, glared at

approached Yorick with an

back away, but it

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

"You bastard!"