Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 381

Finley strolled over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine. Just as he took a sip, Ronald emerged from the lounge. Finley couldn't help but cough as Ronald shot him a disapproving glance. "What's got into you? Seen a ghost or something?"

Finley patted his chest. "You, uh, you were fast."

Ronald was left speechless.

Nearby, Idris was busy working on his laptop. He overheard Finley's comment and quietly decided it was time to relocate to another lounge area.

He had figured it out by now - keeping his distance from someone like Finley was a smart move. Get too close, and you might end up in a messy situation.

As Idris moved away, Finley realized he might have spoken too hastily. "I didn't mean - well, you know..."

He had heard some noises coming from the lounge earlier and had wisely decided to make himself scarce. But he'd barely had time to enjoy his wine before Ronald approached.

"Do we have any more of those ointment around for there?"

Finley was puzzled. "Huh?"

Ronald explained, "It's a bit severe."

had been quite distressed during the examination, and he hadn't anticipated causing such

widened in realization. So that was what Ronald and Stella were up

What the...

out something else but caught Ronald's warning glare and swallowed his words. He turned to the first-aid kit, found a couple more meds, and handed them to Ronald. "Use these with what I gave

with a frosty look, cutting him

Girls are delicate. At least wait until she fully recovers." Ronald gave Finley one last icy glance before exiting without

alone, Finley raised his glass, finishing the wine in one gulp. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "Xander

Ronald had practically wrapped

recalled the time Xander had tried to take Stella away, and Ronald had looked ready

BUMS

coaxed Stella out from under the

resisted, wriggling away. "No, I

just for the injury. No need

there, and now he wanted to apply the ointment himself? She felt

do it

"You..."

I don't

desperation, loud enough that Finley, still savoring his wine outside, nearly