Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

"We need to fly to Cyris Isle immediately."

"Right now?"

Ronald nodded. "Yeah, right now. I've already arranged for some summer clothes to be sent over for you."

Cyris Isle was in the middle of a scorching summer, and Stella's outfit from the plane was totally unsuitable.

"But I'm starving," Stella said, looking at Ronald with hopeful eyes.

Could they maybe eat something before heading out? She hadn't eaten in two days and nights, and running around in Patrina had completely drained her energy.

Not to mention the long haul with him on the plane.

Thinking about it made Stella give Ronald a resentful look.

"I'm tired, hungry, and sore."

Ronald's eyes softened as he gently tousled her hair. "Food will be here soon."

Stella perked up. "Okay, as long as I get to eat."

As Ronald helped remove her scarf, his gaze fell on the faint marks underneath.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

The question caught Stella off guard. Her face went beet red, and her mind blanked for a moment.

This time, Ronald was especially patient. Although it was hard for him to control himself, he didn't want to hurt her. Instead, he made Stella experience an unprecedented sense of bliss.

that, even without any injuries, it still hurt

a small nod.

her flushed face and pinched her cheek

that, he

her rosy cheeks in the mirror. She

muttered to

the usually stern and composed Mr. Quinn had such a teasing, carefree side? He could

...

call to Finley, reminding him to

the line before launching into a rant, "You know, you've treated her like a precious gem all her life, and now you're letting her get hurt repeatedly." Ronald cut him off, "Just

This was definitely not something he wanted to get

the dial tone and grumbled,

him a glance. "That mouth of yours will get you

"So now I'm not supposed to speak

one who causes harm gets off scot-free, while the one who

hundred meters ahead. Let's stop

they'd need to keep that kind of ointment on hand from

before when they showered

be able to handle it, especially someone as

...

when Susanna's call came through. She picked up, "Hey, Susie."

"What?"

Larkin is looking for you. If you don't want to talk to her, just say the word, and I'll kick her out." Susanna was fuming. What kind of person does that? She was itching

parading around as the grand Mrs. Larkin, and this is what it's come to? "Just kick

sighed and ended the

for the Larkin