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

to shake off Yorick's grip,

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 icy. Yorick, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath,

it was both Stella and Ronald who had kicked him

felt as if his insides were

glared at

Ronald, Stella asked, "How did

you become so

his coat

and you're dressed so

pleasant

Stella's weakness, Yorick's face turned even

must have fought

did kick him, and

the hand, his gaze warningly fixed

breathing heavily and sweating coldly, glared at Stella. "Stella,

approached Yorick with an icy

away, but

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

"You bastard!"