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?"

That was something

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

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

and Ronald who

his insides were shattered; the pain was

at

Ronald, Stella asked, "How

did you become so

off his coat

cold, and you're dressed

fragrant scent enveloped Stella, pleasant and slightly sweet, drawing

comment about Stella's weakness,

have fought dogs

"I did kick him, and then

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

breathing heavily and sweating coldly, glared

Ronald approached Yorick

to back away, but it was too

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

"You bastard!"