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.

an

"I'm cold."

ask, her answer would always be

of any

softened, a teasing smile tugging

hitched. Her mind, already in

No, not at

a fleeting moment, she wondered if Ronald

thought quickly

time he drank, he forgot everything

of booze and drug, how

vigorously. "Yes. Look, I'm tired. You

Ronald. Her heart couldn't take

a rabbit and dive

suffocate under there. It's

disappeared into the

when the

water

room

peeked

from under the covers.

doomed to hide behind

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 a topic,

groaned inwardly, recalling the bruises she'd glimpsed in the mirror. What was she