Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 653

Stella absolutely refused to shower together, but honestly, she was no match for Ronald.

One hour later...

Stella's cheeks were flushed pink as Ronald dried her hair for her. Pouting, she shot a glare at the man in the mirror.

Her hair was finally dry.

Ronald leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear. "Why the face, Star? Not satisfied?"

Stella: "!!!"

Satisfied? Was he kidding?

The whole time, it was basically for his benefit...

Ugh. She was going to lose her mind. Seriously, how had she never realized what a menace this man could be?

Stella scrunched up her nose, shooting him a look full of indignation.

Ronald caught her glare and just grinned even more wickedly. "Star, so maybe...?" "Stop. My mom said you're not allowed to lay a finger on me for three months." Ronald grabbed her hand, scooped her up, and carried her straight to the bed. Fresh out of the shower, his body was still radiating heat.

Stella stammered, "Wh-what are you doing?"

Ronald set her down on the bed, snatched up his phone, and immediately dialed Finley Yoder.

The line picked up quickly. Finley's voice came through, dry and exhausted: "What do you want?"

being what they were, it was

trust

"What?"

true? Pregnant

Finley: "!!!"

Finley was staring out at endless dunes, just sand

at his water bottle, now

wasn't just thirsty-he was parched. So parched he

Ronald was, living the good

twisted into a

words, delivered

to suffer, why

protest, Finley got even more

was tough, drinking was tough,

"Don't bother coming back anytime

"Ronald, you-" But before he could finish the insult, Ronald

wanted nothing more than to fly home and punch

he'd win that

a few days made him even angrier. Sure, this mission was important, but did they

fired off a text to Stella: [Don't take

suffer, they

second thought, that wasn't enough. He sent

how

with a beautiful woman

it? That

Talk about cruel.