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.

"Maybe we should whip up a

monitored Stella's diet, almost to the point where

expected, when he said that, Ronald

backed down, "Ms. Quinn is really

Stella cast him a grateful glance,

her close, he conceded. "Alright, but no

planned diet, which had led to severe nutrient deficiencies. The thought of Stella going through something similar always loomed over him. "I

Quinn doesn't gain weight easily anyway," Idris added, as if stating the obvious. Stella had always maintained the

Stella's cheek. "Let's see what the kitchen can

Stella hurried off to request a bowl of beef chili from the kitchen staff. She noticed a few new faces among them but didn't linger on

Idris mid-discussion about the Quarry family's

"Thane's

to him, the sick one?

shared his surprise, especially after hearing about the Quarry family's threat

Ronald's expression hardened.