Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 254

"Who's there?"

"It's me."

Ronald's voice came from outside the door.

Stella, who had just relaxed, felt her heart skip a beat again. "What's up?"

Ronald said, "The shower's busted. Mind if I use yours for a quick rinse."

Stella froze. Glancing at the scarf in her hand, panic set in.

"Just, just a sec," she stammered.

Ignoring the pain in her legs, she hurried back to the bathroom to hide the scarf.

Once everything was in place, she opened the door.

Ronald's gaze flicked to the scarf still draped around her neck, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"Thought you were hitting the hay. What's with the scarf?"

Stella was at a loss for words.

The scarf, it seemed, was determined to be the centerpiece of the night. Whoever had left those glaring marks on her neck had ensured she wouldn't dare go bare-necked for at least a week. Seeing Stella silent, Ronald reached out to unwrap the scarf.

But Stella, nimble as a squirrel, leaped away.

raised an

"I'm cold."

how many times he'd ask, her answer

of any other

huh?" His voice softened, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not...

breath hitched. Her mind, already in a fog, completely froze at his

not

moment, she wondered if Ronald actually

thought quickly

time he drank, he forgot everything that happened while he was

of booze and drug,

nodded vigorously. "Yes. Look, I'm tired. You should go

Ronald. Her heart couldn't take

flee like a rabbit and dive under

under there. It's

Ronald disappeared into the

when the

water

the room did Stella

peeked

from under the covers.

heavens. Was she really doomed to hide behind

Ronald, with his relentless inquiries about the scarf, how long

was Finley. Stella respected his medical skills, but his EQ was another story. The more you wanted to avoid

bruises she'd glimpsed in the mirror. What was