Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)
Chapter 90

"Did they really say it that straight to your face?"

"Yeah."

Yorick's expression grew darker by the moment.

Jaxon chimed in, "And what's the deal between her and Finley? Why does Finley care so much about what she thinks?"

Just the reply of "depending on Ms. Quinn's wishes" was enough to suggest that there was more to her relationship with Finley than met the eye.

Yorick's mood sank to new depths!

Finley, and that guy from Silk-River Residences...

The rage in his chest completely overwhelmed his reason, as his mind replayed all those declarations that Stella couldn't leave without him. And to think she was so cold towards him, it fueled Yorick's anger even more.

The realization that Stella might not love him at all was something he found hard to accept. She didn't love him, yet she was out there with other men.

This damn woman, how would she dare?

"Rick, Ursula's condition has worsened dramatically. If those two top-notch doctors can't make it, we're facing consequences we can't afford."

What the "consequences" implied was crystal clear - Ursula would die. She would succumb to her illness.

"Alright, I got it."

Yorick's voice was slightly hoarse, as if scorched by his own fury.

He looked up. And there was Stella, stepping out of an Aston Martin, even turning back to say something to the driver.

Her smiling face, at that moment, seemed utterly flirtatious to Yorick.

The car drove away. Stella turned and walked towards the building entrance.

Upon seeing Yorick, she paused.

Yorick's glare at her was fiery!

At that moment, Stella remembered checking her phone that morning. Many missed calls from unknown numbers last night, likely including Yorick. "Stella, are you fricking for real? How many men do you have?" he roared.

Seeing him had already irked Stella, his accusation infuriating her even more. She marched up and slapped him across the face, "What's it to you how many men I've got?"

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Even though rush hour had passed, there were still people around.

That slap left Yorick green with fury.

He glared at Stella, teeth clenched, "Stella!"

"Louder, why don't you? Scream it out."

Stella slapped him again, this time on the other cheek.

Yorick was too seething to make any reaction.

Seeing he had gone quiet, Stella crossed her arms, "Are you out of your mind? The whole of Portis City knows we've called off the wedding. What are you doing here?

And asking about how many men I have, since when is that any of your business? Even if they line up from here to the end, it wouldn't be your turn. What, you want a fight?"

Yorick's anger shot through the roof.

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Stella continued, "Besides, marriage is about freedom of choice, right? What's this about? Just because we were engaged, I lose the right to choose?"

She fired off these words non-stop, leaving Yorick no chance to interject. All he could do was watch her lips move.

Wait, did her lips look swollen?

Yorick wasn't some naive young man; he could guess what had happened to her lips in an instant.

The anger in his eyes intensified.

"How long have you been with that guy? Have you slept together yet? Have you?"

Stella retorted, "Hey, you really have some nerve..."

What filthy words he spouted!

Stella didn't hold back, aiming a kick at Yorick.

This time, Yorick dodged quickly, avoiding her attack.