Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

"Ronald, I was really upset before," Stella confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of relief and vulnerability. Holding onto those feelings for years had been tough. Really tough.

But now, with just a few words from him, everything seemed to fall into place.

Ronald raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Oh? What were you upset about before?" Stella's eyes welled up, tears spilling over as she playfully pinched his side. "You're teasing me again."

Before, he had pretended to be oblivious to her feelings, and now he was doing it again.

"You knew all along, didn't you? Tell me, did you always know how I felt?"

He caught her mischievous hand, chuckling softly. "How old were you back then, huh?"

She froze, her cheeks flushing crimson. She had been just a young girl, lost in the whirlwind of confusing teenage emotions. Who could predict how long a girl's curiosity might last? Ronald cupped her face tenderly, brushing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You've only just grown up, and now you're questioning me about the past?"

She huffed, her protest half-hearted.

In their playful struggle, the pink box slipped from Ronald's grip and clattered to the floor.

Stella glanced at it. "You dropped it."

Ronald chuckled. "Do you want me to use it?"

Her face turned impossibly red, heat radiating off her cheeks. "I mean... Is that really something to ask so casually?"

snuggled into his chest, seeking refuge in

then, Idris entered the room, stopping abruptly as his eyes landed on the pair, still entwined, with the small box

mind went blank for a moment

pinched Ronald's side.

Idris's retreating figure. "See?

in front of everyone. There were so many

Stella effortlessly into his arms and carrying her to their

leaned in, Stella pushed him playfully. "But that is

be

"What?" Stella asked, puzzled.

is wrong," he

face turned a deeper

of red,

bury herself

to let her

his voice a soft whisper. "Does

grateful for the medication Finley had

Ronald laughed softly.

quickly added, "But it's still a wound,

not want

just like Finley with his