Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 657

Susanna rubbed her chilly hands together, nerves fluttering in her chest as she stepped into Hull's room.

Stella had warned her to keep her distance from Hull these past few days— honestly, Susanna had hardly needed the advice. It seemed like every time she was in the same room with him, disaster struck.

Not just any disasters, either. No, she was a magnet for the most embarrassing, mortifying mishaps imaginable around this man. And now, after what had just happened-plus everything Silas had said—Susanna knew she had to be extra

careful.

"Mr. Miguel, are you alright?" she asked, hovering by the bed with the kind of caution you'd use approaching a grumpy bear.

Hull glanced up, his stare sharp as ever. "What do you think?"

Susanna gulped. Definitely not alright.

He still had bruises from last time. Honestly, if her clumsiness had done any more damage, she'd probably have sent him straight to meet his maker.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," she blurted out. She'd said those words so many times recently, she was starting to think they should be embroidered on her shirt. Since meeting Hull, she'd apologized more than she had her entire life.

Hull didn't reply. Instead, he said, "Get me a glass of water."

hesitated for half a

Don't want to? Planning to stand around doing

could say anything else. After the trouble she'd caused, she wasn't about to argue

careful not to spill the water as she

even

the corners of his mouth twitching in what might've been amusement. "Peel

to the little kitchenette, grabbing a Granny Smith and the peeler. If Stella

had to ask and she jumped to

she brought

back on a plate, s e you

offered

took a bite, juice running down his chin. "Good apple," he said around

couldn't help

He nodded. "Susanna."

"Yes?"

are you settling in, being here with

Settle in? Was

day with Hull

walking a tightrope over