Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 255

Stella's gaze was locked onto the scarf in Ronald's hands, especially the bright red bloodstain that marred its fabric.

Ronald glanced down at the stain, his brow furrowing. "Isn't this my scarf? How did blood get on it? What happened here?" Stella was speechless. Already feeling out of her depth, the question from Ronald made her feel like she was running out of air. "I, uh..."

Even the sharpest of minds would struggle to find a suitable excuse in this situation.

Oh, this was a nightmare.

Wait a minute, she remembered. "I had a nosebleed."

"Excuse me?" Ronald raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, a nosebleed. I accidentally bumped my nose while helping you, and it got on the scarf."

Was that excuse plausible?

She wasn't sure if Ronald would buy it.

Ronald's deep eyes, now filled with an unreadable emotion, only made Stella feel more suffocated.

"A nosebleed?"

Stella instinctively swallowed. "Yeah, a nosebleed."

else could

Ronald's intense gaze, an unfamiliar tightness

forward and lifted her from the

lightly. "Had

"I

to leap out

let me

was more like

might actually die of fright. Why was he putting

a sudden movement, the loosely tied

of the large bruise on hiding an indefinable emotion

neck, his deep

blank, pleading internally for

by the police than endure this torment. Having scrambled for excuses all

tentatively met Ronald's

"Ronald?"

"What's wrong?"

warm fingers gently touched the bruises on

would you forgive

She felt like crying.

"That depends on what you've

forgive me for sleeping

wasn't her idea, he'd made