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

an unfamiliar

her, quickly stepped forward and lifted her from

nose lightly. "Had a nosebleed,

"I cleaned it

like it was about to leap out of her

let me sleep? I'm

more like scared

might actually die of fright. Why was he putting

movement, the loosely

of the large bruise on hiding

his

blank, pleading internally

this torment. Having scrambled for excuses

met

"Ronald?"

"What's wrong?"

the bruises on Stella's neck, sending shivers down

would you forgive me?" she

She felt like crying.

replied, "That depends on what

forgive

idea,