Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

After breakfast, Ronald headed straight to his study. Meanwhile, Finley finished his breakfast in the kitchen, his gaze drifting toward Stella, who quickly turned away, feigning obliviousness. "Running away again, are we?" Finley crossed his arms, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Stella knew why Ronald had sent Finley away earlier-it was to spare her from that exact moment.

Now, with Finley confronting her directly, she turned around and meekly replied, "Finley."

Finley stepped closer, letting out a huff. "How is your injury?"

Stella froze, her mind scrambling. She knew exactly what injury he was referring to, but the casual way he asked left her utterly flustered.

How was she supposed to answer that?

Her cheeks flushed a bright red, and she couldn't bring herself to look up.

Seeing her silence, Finley snorted. "I'm talking to you."

"Better, a bit better," she mumbled. Why was he even asking about this? Was this really his concern?

"Girls need to take care of themselves," Finley lectured. "Ronald might spoil you, but men can be thoughtless sometimes."

Stella was speechless.

Finley was on a roll, giving her a sermon.

"He may not know his limits, but you should. These kinds of injuries are no joke."

Stella finally blurted, her embarrassment peaking. Her voice quivered

was taken

I'm being

mouth twitched.

won't bother you," Stella

his response, she spun around

think she'd make a great track star. "With that speed of hers, Ronald's been worrying for nothing. She could escape

scratched his head, figuring the medicine he'd arranged

met Ronald's icy stare from the staircase.

looking at me

tone was cold, with

"Sorry,

and a husband were

approached from the

"Speak," Ronald commanded.

Yoder has secretly arrived in Portis

eyebrow, and Ronald's expression hardened

"She's accompanied by people linked to

that must be

"What's

be Miss Yvonne's idea to have her come and