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

off Yorick's grip, but the damn man held on

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

Stella and Ronald who had

felt as if his insides were shattered; the pain was

glared at Stella. "You...

Ronald, Stella asked, "How did you get

did you become so

took off his coat and wrapped it

cold, and you're dressed

Stella, pleasant and slightly sweet, drawing

weakness, Yorick's

women even possess such strength? Stella must have fought dogs for food with

"I did kick him, and then you showed

hand, his gaze warningly fixed

breathing heavily and sweating coldly, glared at

approached Yorick with an icy

away, but it

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

"You bastard!"