Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 363

Stella couldn't find the words to describe Finley anymore. Wasn't his leg injury still fresh? How could he be so reckless? As if that wasn't enough, Finley added, "I mean, you keep getting her hurt. Be careful, or she might just leave you." Stella was at a loss for words. She had officially given up on expecting any emotional intelligence from Finley. Ronald narrowed his eyes, signaling to a nearby waiter. The waiter approached with a respectful nod. "Sir."

Stella was surprised. Even the waitstaff on this yacht were Ronald's people?

Ronald gently squeezed Stella's hand. "You should go with the waiter to your room."

Stella nodded. "Okay."

She obediently stood up, ready to follow the waiter.

Finley, seeing Stella about to leave, immediately panicked. "Hey, hey, hey, Star! You can't just leave!"

If she left, Ronald might actually kill him this time.

Finley's instincts weren't far off- after several close calls, he'd developed a good sense of when Ronald was about to "deal" with him. Especially now, as Ronald was calmly sending Stella away. But what could Finley do? His mouth always worked faster than his brain.

Stella gave Finley a sympathetic glance. "I just want to get some sleep."

After being dragged around by Ronald, she felt like she was going to fall apart.

"But seriously? You slept the whole flight here and still need more sleep? Wait, has he been bothering you again? Doesn't he care that you're hurt?"

Stella didn't know how to respond. She decided to let Finley learn the hard way.

you can still get what you

worried it might

her concern, ruffled her hair gently. "That's not

"Okay."

nodded and left with

by Finley,

"Star, don't leave me!"

met Finley's gaze, and he tried his best

gripping Stella's wrist, his expression hardening and

let go, your

of his wits, Finley immediately released

so many years, and now he's acting so thoughtlessly. At

at a

guy, low

help him? How he managed

quickly left the

just Ronald and

"Hey

turned and headed towards the pool deck, peeling

Then, his pants.

Finley gasped. "Whoa..."

on it, Finley couldn't help but wonder how intense things had been with