Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)
Chapter 30

After being grilled for a couple of hours, Stella was completely spent. Drained of all energy, she couldn't resist the weight of her exhaustion any longer and collapsed onto Ronald's lap, slipping into a deep sleep. Under the harsh glare of the lights, Ronald tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek to behind her ear. With a gentle scoop, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

By the time he emerged back into the living room, Idris had already been at the living room. Taking in the modest size of the place, he asked Ronald, "Should we take Ms. Quinn back to Wave Residence?"

Wave Residence was located at the Mist Bay of Portis City. The land, which they had bought years back, was the sought-after place many elite families had vied for. But it had effortlessly fallen into Ronald's hands the moment Stella expressed her fondness for the place. The place was intended to be developed into luxurious seaside villas by those affluence developers. Ronald, however, had transformed it into Stella's dream home.

Initially, he meant taking it as a present for her coming-of-age celebration. However, the Quinn family faced a crisis, and Stella disappeared.

Ronald, cigarette in hand, stepped out onto the balcony, taking a couple of puffs.

"Let's not disturb her tonight. Just spend the night here, bring up my luggage."

Hearing Ronald decided to stay overnight in this place, Idris took another unwitting glance at the cramped space.

"Stay here?"

Ronald swept him a cold glance, "Any problem?"

Idris shook his head, "I'll get it right away."

He was surprised that with Stella there, Ronald was able to adapt to any circumstance. Sleeping in this small apartment was merely because he didn't want Stella getting disturbed.

Idris quickly fetched Ronald's stuff.

Once Idris left, Ronald took the time to inspect every corner of Stella's living space, searching for any sign of another man's presence. Finding none, he finally allowed himself to relax after two years of tension.

He found a new bath towel with pink color, which he assumed was prepared by Stella in reserve.

Stella, half-asleep and needing to use the bathroom, stumbled out of her room only to be met with the sight of Ronald wrapped in a pink towel.

Stella was caught off guard.

At the same time, came the urgent ringing of the doorbell. She took a glance at the door and back at Ronald.

Ronald furrowed his brows, "Who's looking for you in the middle of the night?"

The clock on the wall showed that right now it was already five, not the night, but the dawn.

It was Yorick, pressing the bell desperately. As he witness Ursula was awake, tortured by the illness, he could no longer stay clam, coming directly to Stella. Ronald asked, "Not going to answer the door?"

Stella replied, "No need."

"Stella, open up!" Yorick's voice echoed from outside.

Stella was speechless.

Why was Yorick here instead of with Ursula, especially at this ungodly hour?

"If you don't open the door, I'll just ask someone to unlock it!"

Stella's brows twitched vehemently, not expecting Yorick brought a locksmith to pry her door open. How come she never noticed how despicable Yorick was before? Momentarily petrified, Stella gazed at Ronald, "Well..."

"Want me to hide?"

Stella was like, "!!"

Looking at the man's gradually darkened face, she couldn't just nod.

"Well, there are some misunderstandings between us that haven't been resolved yet."

Yorick's irritating voice sounded from outside the door, "It's you who chose not to open it. Don't blame me for unlocking the door!"

After that, certain sounds came from the lock.

That jerk actually brought over a locksmith.

Stella glanced at Ronald, her eyes tinged with resentment against Yorick.

As she turned to get her baseball bat, swearing inwardly to give a good beating to that jerk, the door behind opened with a click.

Stella turned back, her gaze met Yorick, who was standing at the door. Eyes fill with exasperation, Yorick's head buzzed the moment he saw the room inside.

If it were not for seeing Stella there too, he almost suspected he barged in a wrong place. However, it wasn't wrong.

Stella was there, but the man in her room?

His breath became increasingly heavy.

"Stella!"

His gaze turned to Ronald, under the glistening lights, his eyes sharp and intimidating as a king. Even in utter fury, Yorick shrank by his powerful stare. Yorick looked down, from the man's firm abs till that conspicuous pink towel. He'd already been struggling for breath, the sight only escalated his fury.

"This is your reason of call off our wedding? Stella, you're really something!" he spoke impassively as walking in.

The locksmith, sensing the brewing storm, made a quick exit, leaving the three to confront the messy situation.