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

an unfamiliar tightness gripped

forward and lifted

pinched her nose lightly. "Had

"I cleaned it

it was about to leap out of her chest as she struggled

let me sleep? I'm

more like scared

any longer, she might actually die of fright. Why was

sudden movement,

large bruise on

his

blank, pleading internally for the questioning to

she'd rather be caught by the police than endure this torment. Having scrambled for

tentatively met

"Ronald?"

"What's wrong?"

touched the bruises on Stella's

something wrong, would you forgive me?" she asked, voice

She felt like crying.

depends on what

forgive

her idea, he'd made the