Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 197

Ronald effortlessly scooped Stella into his arms and made his way downstairs.

Glancing at her nightgown, he quickly offered her his jacket that had been resting on the sofa.

Stella wrapped herself in it, feeling the warmth Ronald had left behind.

"What's got you wandering downstairs this late?" Ronald inquired.

Stella hesitated, her stomach rumbling. She wanted to confess her hunger but was unsure of Ronald's stance on late-night snacks. He had always been strict about meal times and snacking habits. But she couldn't bear it any longer.

"I'm hungry," she admitted, her eyes pleading.

Ronald raised an eyebrow. "You had a pretty hearty dinner, though."

Despite having a full plate at dinner, Stella's wide, watery eyes were hard for Ronald to resist. They made him want to tease her.

"Really hungry?"

"Very," Stella nodded earnestly.

we should whip up a little something in the

Ronald monitored Stella's diet, almost to the point where Idris wondered if Stella

that,

backed down, "Ms. Quinn is really

him a grateful glance, but

conceded. "Alright, but no

ordeal with a poorly planned diet, which had led to severe nutrient deficiencies. The thought of Stella going through

added, as if stating the obvious. Stella had always maintained the same

"Let's see what

the kitchen staff. She noticed a few new faces among them but didn't

Idris mid-discussion

"Thane's understanding,

Ursula to him, the sick one? What's

the Quarry

Ronald's expression hardened.