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

Ronald's intense gaze, an unfamiliar

quickly stepped forward and lifted

nose lightly. "Had a

managed, "I cleaned

to leap out of her chest as she struggled to

you just let me

it was more

went on any longer, she might actually die of

sudden movement, the loosely tied scarf

bruise on hiding an indefinable

neck, his

blank, pleading internally for

rather be caught by the police than endure this torment. Having scrambled for excuses all night, Stella was at

tentatively met

"Ronald?"

"What's wrong?"

gently touched the bruises on

would you forgive me?" she asked, voice

She felt like crying.

replied, "That depends on

forgive

idea, he'd made the first