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

managed a small

at her flushed face and pinched her cheek gently. "Go freshen up.

that, he

bathroom, glaring at her rosy cheeks in the

she muttered to

composed Mr. Quinn had such a teasing, carefree side? He could bring up something like that

...

made a quick call to Finley, reminding him to pick up some

life, and now you're letting her get hurt repeatedly." Ronald cut him off, "Just get the stuff, will you?" then hung

him, pretending not to hear a thing. This was definitely not something he wanted

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

of yours will get you in trouble

scoffed. "So now I'm not supposed

gets off scot-free, while the

about two hundred

need to keep that kind of ointment on hand from now

seen Ronald's... before when

wouldn't be able to handle

...

bathroom, ready to leave, when Susanna's call came through. She picked up, "Hey, Susie." "Star, I've got

"What?"

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

years of parading around as the grand Mrs. Larkin,

and

blame her for the Larkin family's