Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 350

The car had barely hit the airport highway when Susanna's phone started buzzing. She glanced at the screen and saw it was an unfamiliar number. Assuming it was the airport courier, she answered nonchalantly, "Hello?"

"It's me," came the voice of Yorick on the other end.

Susanna sighed inwardly. Was he serious? Without a second thought, she was ready to hang up.

But Yorick spoke again, "You can reach Stella, right?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped back.

Was he expecting her to speak on Ursula's behalf again? Did these people think she, Susanna, was some kind of pushover?

Yorick's voice carried a hint of desperation through the line. "Is she coming back to Portis City? Or will she ever?"

"I don't know," Susanna replied curtly. Even if she did, she wouldn't tell him.

"If she does come back, please tell her I want to see her," Yorick pleaded.

Susanna scoffed, "Yorick, who do you think you are? You want to see her? You're nowhere near important enough for that now."

Stella was practically untouchable these days, cherished by both the Lugar and Quinn families. Yorick didn't stand a chance anymore.

to realize he had never been worthy. Susanna briefly wondered what had transpired at the Larkin family gathering today. But then

she ended the

until she reached the airport that Susanna started to ponder. Yorick's tone had seemed a bit... melancholic? Maybe his desire to see Stella wasn't about Ursula at all. What was it then? Could it be that this jerk was having second thoughts? Even if

dear sweet lord, what an idiot," she muttered

...

back of Stella's seat, creating a protective barrier around her. From across the aisle,

snap at anyone who

even say anything bad!" Finley protested,

a cold glance, and Finley gulped,

to be-focused solely on her meal, entirely ignoring

sipped his wine while observing the scene

watched Stella eat with a fond smile. "Take it easy, no one's going to

out like a chipmunk's with all the food she'd stuffed

like this stirred something in Ronald, a thought that flickered in his mind

he knew Stella wouldn't go along with

spaghetti, and a bowl of corn chowder, but her appetite showed no signs of waning. Her eyes drifted to the untouch ice cream sitting in

it in any longer. "Did Xander starve

a noise, too busy chewing to

he wrong again for just asking if she was

at Finley, hisz gaze tinged with sympathy for his lack of tact. "Why

what you