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."

could she

intense gaze, an unfamiliar

and lifted her from the bed

her nose lightly. "Had a nosebleed,

"I cleaned

to leap out of her chest as she

you just let me sleep? I'm

more like scared

die of fright. Why was

sudden movement, the loosely tied scarf

of the large bruise on hiding an indefinable

his

went blank, pleading internally for the

wrong, she'd rather be caught by the police than endure this torment. Having scrambled for excuses all night, Stella

met

"Ronald?"

"What's wrong?"

gently touched the bruises on Stella's neck, sending shivers down her

you forgive me?" she asked, voice barely

She felt like crying.

replied, "That depends on what

you forgive

wasn't her idea, he'd made the first