Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 122

Yorick remained silent, the air thickening in the cramped space of the car.

So, the owner of Wave Residence was now a venerable age of sixty-six? And Stella was with someone like that?

Yorick's breathing became more labored. Just as Orion was about to say something, his phone started buzzing. It was a call from Cloudia.

Orion glanced at Yorick, "Sir, it's Mrs. Larkin."

"Take it," Yorick muttered almost instinctively.

He could barely hear his own voice, nor did he catch what Orion had said afterward. All he could think about was Stella possibly being with a sixty-six-year-old man.

Was she really degrading herself for a man?

Orion answered the call, "Mrs. Larkin."

"Orion, is Rick in a meeting? I've been trying to reach him, but he's not answering."

Orion looked back at Yorick, whose expression was growing darker by the second. Before he could reply to Cloudia, Yorick pushed the car door open and stepped out.

Orion felt his heart tightened abruptly. Instinctively, he told Cloudia on the phone, "Yes, Mr. Quarry is in a meeting."

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of car horns from a nearby street crossed into their conversation.

Cloudia heard it.

"A meeting? It sounds like you're outside."

Orion hesitated, "Uh, Mr. Quarry is busy, Mrs. Larkin, let's leave it at that."

With that, Orion hung up the call, not wanting to deal with any more questions.

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She had been planning to invite Susie for hot wings later, as Idris had mentioned that he had important matters to attend to and couldn’t join her for lunch today.

Ronald took off his coat and unwrapped the scarf from around his neck, handing it to Stella with a grace and authority that demanded attention.

Stella was perplexed. Why was he undressing?

A bad feeling washed over her. Indeed, as she took his coat, Ronald didn't say anything to her but walked straight towards Yorick.

"You want to marry her?" Ronald's voice was cold, carrying an unmistakable threat.

Yorick glared back at Ronald, "Yes, I can give her a proper status. Can you?"

Stella was silent. Her heart raced at Yorick's pointed question, her gaze shifting to Ronald's back. The memory of him kissing her when he was drunk flashed through her mind – a moment when everything started, a moment Stella had wanted to forget.

But now, faced with Yorick's question, she found herself also wanting to know Ronald's answer. Could he give her the status?