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.

breathing. Susanna's words had struck him where it hurt, shattering whatever illusions of superiority he'd clung to. For the first time, he seemed to realize he had never been worthy. Susanna briefly wondered what had transpired at

another word, she ended the

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

...

Stella's seat, creating a protective barrier around her. From across the aisle, Finley watched with

snap at anyone who

didn't even say anything bad!" Finley protested, feeling unjustly

him a cold glance,

pretending to be-focused solely on

observing the scene with mild

a fond smile. "Take it easy, no one's going to

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

stirred something in Ronald, a thought that flickered in his

it was, he knew Stella

a plate of spaghetti, and a bowl of corn chowder, but her appetite showed

it in any longer. "Did Xander starve you

a noise, too busy chewing

Was he wrong again for just asking if she

his glass of red wine in one go and glanced at Finley, hisz gaze tinged with sympathy for his lack

ask what you want