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?"

bringing up her man? That was something else entirely.

to shake off Yorick's grip, but the

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

Stella and Ronald who had

if his insides were shattered;

at

"How did you

did you become

off his coat and wrapped it

and you're

cool, fragrant scent enveloped Stella, pleasant and slightly sweet, drawing her

about Stella's weakness, Yorick's face turned even

must have fought dogs for food with that

him,

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

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

approached

to back away,

swear he heard a 'crack'. Without a doubt, his already injured hand must have been damaged further. Before he could even attempt to rise, Ronald stepped on his

"You bastard!"