Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 293

After a while, Ronald finally seemed satisfied and let Stella go.

Stella looked at him with a pout, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "My lips hurt," she complained.

It did hurt a bit. He was so inexperienced...

Ronald bent down to examine her lips, noticing the slight chapping with a pang of regret. "I'll be gentler next time."

"You're already thinking about next time? It hurts!" Stella mumbled as she snuggled back under the covers.

She had planned to head to the studio today to give Tabitha some work instructions, but with the snow falling thick outside, she felt no desire to leave the house. There was something so comforting about staying in bed during a snowstorm. Besides, with her lips sore, she knew Ronald wouldn't let her go out anyway.

Ronald chuckled at her lazy demeanor. "Make sure you wrap things up at your studio soon. We're heading back to Ferrowland."

Stella turned to face him, eyes wide with anticipation. "When?"

Suddenly announcing a trip back to Ferrowland had her heart racing with excitement.

But wait...

"Can we wait until these marks fade before we go back?" she asked.

She couldn't very well explain them to her mom or Yvonne if they asked.

Ronald stood up, considering. "About two weeks."

nodded. "That should

plenty of time, but only if Ronald behaved himself. If he didn't, and more marks appeared, she might not have

leaning in with a teasing smile. "If they ask,

at his words. "Really?

"Why not?"

eyes as she gazed at him.

them the truth, she couldn't even imagine how they would react. If

Ronald left

uncertain if or when she could return. Now that she was going back, her

schedule a

immediately clicking her tongue. "Karma,

asked, "You're at

even get me started. My niece got sick again after being discharged.

Lately, Susanna had been

about her little niece. The last time she

Lola with their child at the

you see

can you believe it? Fate just keeps serving me the juiciest

help but smile at her friend's obvious glee. "You're really enjoying this,

her voice. "I heard it was a gunshot wound. Both his hands are ruined. How much

Ronald

Susanna continued, "Yeah, Mrs.

never tell the difference between her adopted daughter and her own. Now with her real son and the adopted daughter, which do you think matters

it matter? The