Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 258

Carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders for so many years, Stella finally let it all crash down on Ronald.

It had been too long. No one knew how she had managed these years, especially after leaving Ferrowland, with the uncertain return looming over her.

She didn't know when she could be back by his side, uncertain of how much influence the Schultz family still had over him. That indescribable worry and longing tormented her every moment. "You have to take responsibility..."

Tears streamed down Stella's face, her grievances flooding out like a dam had been broken.

Ronald gently patted her back. "Alright, I'll take responsibility. Don't cry, okay?"

Stella sniffed, "You were supposed to anyway."

Her tears smeared on Ronald's shirt, leaving it damp.

He chuckled. "You messy little thing."

"Well, still yours." Stella retorted, not missing a beat.

Ronald pinched her cheek, but before he could say anything else, Idris's call came through again. It seemed like Ronald had urgent business.

He ended the call, not wanting to delay further. "It's still dark out. You should get some sleep."

Stella asked, "You're going out?"

He simply hummed in affirmation, kissed her forehead, and got up.

Stella remembered the scarf, stained with her blood and some dried spots she knew weren't hers.

As Ronald turned to leave, she clutched at his shirt. "Is it dangerous?"

well aware of the dealings of the Lugar family, and she knew the dangers Ronald faced on

she couldn't

gaze, and something in his

"Be at peace."

from her grip, covered her

Ronald was gone.

buried herself in the blankets, her

had spoken of responsibility, but how would he fulfill

wedding countless times, but never thought it

marry

tossed and turned in bed until

the world, while

ten in the morning, the phone's

buzzed through

groggy from sleep, Stella managed

up so late, and you sound...

awake at the mention

Indeed, she had been.

excitedly said, "Got some thrilling

for a moment. Could anything be more thrilling than

knowing Susanna, it

"What is it?"

so

Stella was curious.

Susanna's footsteps faded, and through the phone came sobs and

soovel

anger.