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."

"That should

he didn't, and more marks appeared,

seemed to catch her drift, leaning in with a

up at his

"Why not?"

in her eyes as she gazed at him. "I really

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

that, Ronald

Stella's thoughts turned to her studio and how to handle things. She hadn't been able to contact anyone in Ferrowland before, uncertain if or when she could return. Now that she was going back, her visits to Portis City would

Tabitha to schedule a meeting

when she answered, immediately clicking her tongue. "Karma, I tell

asked, "You're at the

My niece got sick

Lately, Susanna had been

worried about her little niece. The

run into Jaxon and Lola with

you see the

Fate just keeps serving me the juiciest

couldn't help but smile at her friend's obvious glee. "You're really enjoying

a gunshot wound. Both his hands are ruined. How much must

had taken Jaxon's hands? That was Ronald being merciful; usually, he'd be out

Susanna continued, "Yeah, Mrs.

her adopted daughter and her own. Now with her real son and the adopted daughter, which do you think matters

"Does it matter? The Larkins are in