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

and more marks appeared, she might

seemed to catch her drift, leaning in with a teasing smile. "If

up at his words.

"Why not?"

eyes

even imagine how they would react. If she managed

Ronald left

and how to handle things. She hadn't been able to contact anyone in Ferrowland before, uncertain if or when she could return. Now

up the phone and called Tabitha to schedule a meeting at the

tongue. "Karma, I tell you. What

asked, "You're at

got sick again after being discharged. It's stressing me

Lately, Susanna had been

little niece. The

into Jaxon and Lola with their

inquired, "Did you

you believe it? Fate just keeps serving me the juiciest

smile at her friend's obvious glee. "You're really enjoying this, aren't

was a gunshot wound. Both his hands are ruined. How

taken Jaxon's hands? That was Ronald being

Susanna continued, "Yeah, Mrs.

and her own. Now with her real son and the adopted

it matter? The Larkins are