Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)
Chapter 123

The office was terribly frosty. Stella kept her silence, her gaze fixed on Ronald's back.

When the two men locked eyes, the air between them could've frozen over, with Yorick's stare at Ronald sharpening by the second.

"Do you even know what kind of woman she's? Can you handle her wild ways?"

The phrase "wild ways" hung in the air.

Under normal circumstances, Stella would've thrown a punch or two at Yorick for that, but now, she just stared at Ronald's back. Such topics weren't brought up in casual conversation. But now that it was out there, she needed an answer from Ronald too. "What wild ways are you talking about?" Ronald's voice was icy.

Yorick retorted, "She's not just with you, man. There's me, her fiancé. Does that bother you?"

"And you? Are you bothered?"

Yorick was silent.

Of course, he was bothered! He wanted to lash out at Stella, wanted to tear apart the men around her.

For some reason, these things, as Stella put it, none of his business, shouldn't bother him either. But now, he almost wished he could cut Ronald into pieces.

As Ronald saw Yorick silent, his gaze grew even colder, "Are you bothered?"

Yorick couldn't offer a reply.

Ronald squinted his eyes, "There's one in the hospital you care, and here you are, hung up on the past. Yorick, you're really greedy."

Yorick's breathing tensed up. Clearly, he hadn't expected Ronald to hit back with sarcasm.

What did he mean? Was he implying he didn't mind Stella's other men?

If he didn't mind, that meant...he didn't care?

With that thought, Yorick couldn't help but glance at Stella again.

Just as Yorick was about to speak, Stella turned to Ronald, "How about you wait here for me, and we grab some hot wings later?" Ronald raised an eyebrow, "Did I say you could have that?"

Stella went silent. It was clear as day; as long as this guy was around, hot wings were off the table for life.

"So, you'll wait here and then take me out for a bite? That had to be okay, right?"

Ronald didn't respond, just made his way to a nearby couch and sat down.

Stella approached Yorick, whose face was stormier than ever.

Seeing them so at ease with each other only darkened Yorick's mood.

"I'll see you off. Shall we, Mr. Quarry?"

Stella's voice dripped with detachment, and Yorick gave her a chilly glance before his gaze returned to Ronald on the couch. Stella pouted, "What, you planning on becoming a cripple?"

At her words, Yorick's face looked like a

noticim was coming. But

noticing the cold metal object at Ronald's waist, his anger turned into a swift exit!

In a place like Portis City, the man was actually carrying a gun? What was Ronald's real story?

Anger and confusion swirled in Yorick's mind as Stella escorted him out.

Yorick looked at her, lips quivering

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His voice was firm.

Stella raised an eyebrow, "Marry me? And why's that?"

Honestly, Yorick's current attitude was puzzling her.

Yorick was already frustrated, his temper flaring at her question, "Why so many questions? You're already my fiancée. Marrying you is my duty."

Duty? Stella couldn't help but hiss under her breath.

"Yorick, is your brain damaged?"