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?"

man? That was something else entirely. Did he think he

grip, but the damn man held on

'thump'. The moment Yorick groaned and released Stella's wrist, Ronald stood there, hands in pockets, his

Stella and Ronald who

if his insides were shattered; the pain

at Stella. "You...

asked, "How did you

did you become

took off his coat and

cold, and you're

Stella, pleasant and slightly sweet, drawing

Ronald's comment about Stella's weakness,

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

did kick him,

pulled her up by the hand, his gaze warningly fixed on Yorick, who was still struggling with the

coldly,

approached

back away,

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

"You bastard!"