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.

superiority he'd clung to. For the first time, he seemed to realize he had never been worthy.

word, she ended

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

my dear sweet lord, what an idiot," she muttered

...

creating a protective barrier

fiercely protective; he'd snap at anyone who

anything bad!" Finley protested, feeling unjustly

shot him a cold glance,

pretending to be-focused solely on her meal, entirely ignoring

his wine while observing the

with a fond smile. "Take

out like a chipmunk's with all

in Ronald, a thought that flickered in his

it was, he knew Stella wouldn't go

had already polished off a steak, a plate of spaghetti, and a bowl of corn chowder, but her appetite showed no signs of waning. Her eyes drifted to the untouch ice cream sitting

it in any longer. "Did Xander starve you or

noise, too busy chewing

Was he wrong again for just asking

one go and glanced at Finley, hisz gaze tinged with sympathy for

ask what you want to