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 else entirely. Did he think he could

to shake off Yorick's grip,

a loud 'thump'. The moment Yorick groaned and released Stella's wrist, Ronald stood there,

Stella and Ronald

his insides

glared at Stella.

asked, "How did you

you become

off his coat and wrapped it around

already cold, and you're dressed

fragrant scent enveloped Stella, pleasant

about Stella's weakness,

women even possess such strength? Stella must have fought dogs

"I did kick him, and

hand, his gaze warningly fixed on Yorick, who

coldly, glared at Stella.

she could respond, Ronald approached Yorick

instinctively tried to back away, but it was too

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

"You bastard!"