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?"

one thing, but bringing up her man? That was something else entirely. Did he think he could just talk about her man like

grip, but the damn man

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

was both Stella and Ronald who

felt as if his insides were shattered;

at Stella. "You...

"How did

did you become

coat

cold, and

enveloped Stella, pleasant and slightly sweet,

comment about Stella's weakness,

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

did kick him, and then

by the hand, his gaze warningly fixed

sweating coldly, glared

approached Yorick with an

tried to back away, but it

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 attempt

"You bastard!"