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.

his stamina was... overwhelming so much so that, even without any injuries, it still

a small nod. "Just a

face and pinched her

that, he

cheeks in the mirror. She splashed her face with cold

she muttered to

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

...

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

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 get the stuff, will you?" then hung

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

and grumbled, "He's acting

of yours will get you in trouble

"So now I'm not supposed to

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

two hundred meters ahead.

like they'd need to keep that kind of

seen Ronald's... before

able to handle it, especially someone

...

the bathroom, ready to leave, when Susanna's call came through. She

"What?"

you don't want to talk to her, just say the word, and I'll kick her out." Susanna was fuming. What kind of

years of parading around as the grand Mrs. Larkin,

sighed and ended the

because of Ursula- or maybe to blame her for the Larkin family's decline. She had no patience for that negativity,