Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 469 Stella was completely out for the count.

Before Susanna could get another word in, Stella had hung up. Her sleep had been like a dream since Ronald came into her life.

She turned over and hugged Ronald's lean waist.

Ronald stirred slightly, catching the familiar scent, instinctively pulling the warm body in his arms closer before drifting back into a contented slumber. Only someone who'd been secretly in love could understand that deep-seated satisfaction.

"Ron..." Stella mumbled in her half-asleep state.

Ronald drew her even closer, murmuring softly, "Sleep, sweetheart."

At the Quarry estate.

Ursula found herself thrown out, the sting of humiliation settling heavily in her chest. The experience was a harsh wake-up call. She finally realized there was no future with Yorick.

The maid helped her into a wheelchair. "Ms. Larkin, let's head back."

It was the middle of the night. Running into Imogen had been the last straw for the maid, who was already on edge due to the recent upheaval in the Larkin family, which had delayed their paychecks. It had made the maid less inclined to indulge Ursula's whims.

Already raw from the embarrassment, Ursula snapped at the maid's suggestion, "Go back? You can go back if you want! I'm not leaving until I see Rick."

being thrown out, Ursula was adamant

retorted,

stand around any

was shocked. She couldn't believe her ears as she stared at the

dared speak to her like

Larkin, you better realize what year it is. I may be a maid, but I'm here for a paycheck, not as a slave to the Larkin family. Do you think we still live in the old days? No

Yorick arrived just in time to see

inside the car, but from

Ursula and felt a pang of anxiety. His gut reaction was to drive past quickly. He didn't want Yorick getting tangled up with Ursula

they approached, Yorick's voice cut through

you to get involved with Ms. Larkin." "Stop the

that

maid. The maid had had enough and was on the

was insistent that she drive her home

stopped, Ursula recognized

go of the maid her demeanor shifting from frantic to pitiful as the car window rolled

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"Rick."

as he looked at her, "You