Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 253

But at the same time, it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Better not to remember, she thought. If he did, how in the world would she explain it?

Before Stella could respond, Ronald's voice cut through the tension again. "Why are you all bundled up in that scarf?"

As he spoke, he reached out almost instinctively to pull it off her.

Stella panicked, clutching the scarf tightly. "Stop, I'm cold."

With everything that had happened, her mind was in turmoil. She looked at Ronald again, trying to decipher the depths of his gaze, but her thoughts were muddled.

"So, uh, since you're up, maybe you should go back to your room?" she stammered, struggling to string together a coherent sentence.

All she wanted was for Ronald to leave so she could clear up the chaos in the room. The tidying up she'd done earlier had been a rushed, panicked effort. If Ronald stayed any longer, he might start to pick up on something amiss. The thought made Stella's head spin.

"Could you please go back to your room?" she pleaded.

Oh, for heaven's sake, just leave already. Her heart couldn't take much more of this.

Ronald raised an eyebrow. "You seem to be in a hurry?"

Stella was at a loss for words. Her patience was wearing thin, and it felt like Ronald was testing it further.

"What hurry? What are you talking about? Isn't it normal to be sleeping at this hour?"

"Sleeping?"

"Yes, I'm exhausted."

felt her defenses crumbling. Once they did, all that would be left was

didn't want to face

Ronald didn't push her. He nodded, got out of bed, and for a moment,

her face, his

kiss landed on her forehead instead. His low chuckle followed. "Why are you closing

Stella's

you

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flamed red. "It's just...

when you're so tired,

asleep standing up? That's how

laughter was light. "Then you better get

Finally, he left.

Stella felt as if all her energy

then did she notice the cold sweat covering her

was the shock

stamped her foot, letting out a frustrated

sheets still carried Ronald's scent, mixed with a faint,

the pillow, wishing she could just burrow into the bedding

couldn't afford

hadn't been very bright

She needed to Ronald probably hadn't