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?"

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

Yorick's grip, but the

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, glared

both Stella and

if his insides were shattered; the pain

at

asked, "How did you

you become so

took off his coat and wrapped it

already cold, and

fragrant scent enveloped Stella, pleasant and slightly sweet,

comment about Stella's weakness, Yorick's

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

did kick him, and then you showed

her up by the hand, his gaze warningly fixed on Yorick, who

and sweating coldly, glared at Stella.

Ronald approached Yorick with

away, but

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

"You bastard!"