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.

sure you can still get what you need from

worried it might affect

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

"Okay."

left with

passed by Finley, he

"Star, don't leave me!"

gaze, and he tried his best to look

in on Finley's hand gripping

let go, your

of his wits,

side for so many years, and now he's acting so thoughtlessly. At the end of the day, it's because you've spoiled him." Finley panicked. "Wait, are you trying

a loss

guy, low

Couldn't he see she was actually trying to help him? How

left

just

chuckled nervously. "Hey

the pool

Then, his pants.

Finley gasped. "Whoa..."

scratches on it, Finley couldn't help but wonder how