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.

even without any injuries, it still hurt a little after

a small nod. "Just a

chuckled at her flushed face and pinched her cheek gently. "Go freshen up. Food's

that, he stepped

glaring at her rosy cheeks in

she muttered

a teasing, carefree side? He could bring up something like that without batting

...

reminding him to pick up some ointment

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

to hear a thing. This was definitely not something he wanted to get

the car, Finley heard the dial tone and grumbled, "He's acting like I'm the one

"That mouth of yours will get you

"So now I'm not supposed

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

a pharmacy about two hundred

kind of ointment on hand from now

seen Ronald's... before

handle it, especially someone as

...

when Susanna's call came through.

"What?"

and I'll kick her out." Susanna was fuming. What kind of person does that? She was itching to give

parading around as the grand Mrs. Larkin, and this is what it's come

sighed and ended the

Ursula- or maybe to blame her for the Larkin family's decline. She had no patience for that negativity, especially when she was