Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 239

Stella woke up at 10 p.m., ravenous, her sleep shattered by hunger.

The booze from earlier had worn off, and as she blinked her eyes open, she was hit by an intense thirst.

The room was empty except for her. She got up, swung her legs off the bed, and had only taken a few steps when she heard Ronald's voice coming from the balcony. His tone was low and dangerous as he spoke into his phone. "Take care of it."

Even muffled by distance, the chill in his voice pierced through Stella, hinting at a peril she was all too familiar with. After all, she knew the kind of murky waters the Quinn family navigated, and with Ronald also being the heir to the Lugar family, danger was part of his inheritance.

Lost in thought, Stella barely noticed when Ronald slid the glass door open and stepped inside. The dim light revealed a brief clash of demon and saint in his eyes before they softened upon seeing Stella.

"Awake, sleepyhead?" His voice had lost its earlier edge, now filled with a gentle warmth as he reached out to touch her cheek, checking for a fever that had since passed.

Still groggy, Stella instinctively wrapped her arms around Ronald's lean waist.

"Ronald," she mumbled, her voice laced with discomfort.

"Hmm?"

"I'm so thirsty... and hungry," she complained. The alcohol had left her feeling awful, compounded by not eating since lunch.

gently. "Let's get you something to

chicken," Stella said, her specific cravings surprising even

a

gonna snow tomorrow," he mentioned casually as he dressed for the

I

coat draped over him, blending warmth and

Stella stared, momentarily lost.

caught her gaze, a playful smirk on his

you hurt

Ronald seemed to have a wound on his mouth, Stella stepped forward and reached out to touch it. Ronald's grip tightened on her wrist. "Don't

tease, "What happened? Got into

hung

face stiffening at the insinuation,

Ronald actually be

pang of jealousy

was a flick on her forehead. "What are

say something wrong?" Stella's voice wavered, regret evident. "Come on, let's

eager to escape the tension. Perhaps she didn't dare to

at her,