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?"

something else entirely. Did he think he

off Yorick's grip,

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 icy. Yorick, clutching his stomach and

was both Stella and Ronald who

as if his insides were shattered;

at

asked, "How

did you become

took off his coat and wrapped

and you're dressed

Stella, pleasant

weakness, Yorick's face

even possess such strength? Stella must have fought dogs for food with that kind of

did kick him,

the hand, his gaze warningly

coldly, glared at Stella. "Stella,

approached Yorick with an

tried to back away, but it was

Yorick could swear he heard a 'crack'. Without a doubt, his already injured hand

"You bastard!"