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 eyebrow.

"I'm cold."

many times he'd ask, her answer would always be

of

His voice softened, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of

breath hitched. Her mind, already in

No, not at

a fleeting moment, she wondered if

that thought

time he drank, he forgot everything

and drug, how could he possibly remember? "Are

Look, I'm tired. You should

to Ronald. Her heart couldn't take

and dive under the covers, Ronald's

It's not good for

Ronald disappeared into

the

water

the room did Stella

peeked

from under the covers.

Was she really doomed to hide behind a scarf all

how long could she hold out?

another story. The more you wanted to avoid a

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