Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 227

After wrapping up his report on the Patel Group, Idris took a call. When he looked over, Finley was in the process of removing a splinter from Stella's hand. Stella, petrified by the minor procedure, refused to watch. Ronald, ever so indulgent, covered her eyes to shield her from the sight. Despite his efforts, Stella couldn't help but whimper in discomfort.

"There, there, it's all done now," Ronald soothed in a low whisper.

"This is the last time, right?" Stella mumbled hopefully.

"Don't even think about it. You'll need this treatment for at least a month, given your condition. Every three days, minimum," Finley interjected bluntly, showing no sympathy. Stella looked on the verge of tears.

Ronald shot Finley a frosty glare, signaling him to keep quiet.

Finley met Ronald's glare with a shrug, undeterred. "I'm just being honest. She might as well prepare her mentally."

"Does she need that from you?" Ronald challenged.

Finley fell silent.

protective, huh? Did this mean Ronald planned to console Stella every time? Finley thought to himself as he

so, he was in for a long haul. Stella wasn't exactly known for being easy to comfort, and this whole ordeal was proving to

stepped forward. "Miss, a lady with the last name Lawson has arrived, wishing to

she knew it was Cloudia

why was she here? Was it because the issues with the Larkin Group had finally been

investigate the owner of Wave Residence without any concrete results. Meanwhile, the Larkins had quickly gotten to the root of their current problems. Ronald exchanged a glance with Stella, then gently stroked her soft hair.

shook her

were no longer connected. Why keep any ties now? Ronald nodded in understanding and subtly gestured to Idris, who took the hint and quietly left to

gaze on Stella made Finley uncomfortable. He quickly packed up his things, eager to avoid playing third wheel

they been bullying you?" he inquired, referring to

was one-sided, and she

her hand, a gesture that evoked warm memories from her

felt her body temperature

could fully withdraw, Ronald released

anymore,"

a young lady," Ronald replied, his tone carrying an unusual hint of emotion at the term 'young lady.' "What would you like for dinner?" he asked, changing