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?"

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

to shake off Yorick's grip, but

groaned and released Stella's wrist, Ronald stood there, hands

both Stella and Ronald who had kicked

as if his insides were shattered;

glared at Stella. "You...

Ronald, Stella asked, "How did

did you

coat

and

fragrant scent enveloped Stella, pleasant and slightly sweet,

about Stella's weakness, Yorick's face turned

have fought dogs for food with that

muttered, "I did kick him, and then

the hand, his gaze warningly fixed on Yorick, who

and sweating coldly, glared

respond, Ronald approached Yorick with

away, but

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 attempt to rise, Ronald stepped

"You bastard!"