Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 135

Anyway, lately, Stella felt like it wasn't just Yorick whose mind was destroyed, but everyone around him too, utterly useless.

And that old man of sixty-six he talked about, she couldn't fathom how they even got their information.

“You said you wouldn't be back for another two hours, how come you're back already?”

Over the phone, he had even told her to hit the sack early.

Ronald replied, “Are you letting yourself go these nights?”

Stella was like, “??”

“All grown up and you're not worried about packing on the pounds, eating like there's no tomorrow.”

Truth be told, Ronald rushed back because he was worried she'd eat herself into an issue.

Stella's lips twitched, “You came back just for that?”

“What else? Isn't that reason enough?”

Stella was left speechless.

Enough, more than enough!!

“Well, that’s because I haven't been eating well before,” Stella murmured softly.

Ronald said, “Hmm?”

“N-Nothing.”

She quickly buried her head in his chest, daring not to speak further.

Yet, Ronald had heard her, tenderly stroking her slender back. He was well aware she hadn’t been eating properly these years.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be binge eating these past few days, craving everything under the sun.

“Ronald.”

“Hmm?”

“When are we heading back to Ferrowland?”

She found Portis City insufferable; she didn’t like it here.

Ronald answered, “Still got some loose ends to tie up. If they're bothering you that much, I’ll have Idris deal with them.”

His precious girl, grown under his care, bullied by them, hmph…

Stella chuckled, seeing right through the facade. For once, she didn’t keep her silence like before.

She quickly typed, “Wave Residence, let's see if you can actually move in.”

Boasting here, only to end up a joke.

Ursula typed back, “Rick promised me personally, there will be no changes to the plan.”

Her assurance was palpable, truly trusting in Yorick.

Stella snorted, “Then I wish you success!”

After sending, she blocked the number.

…

Downstairs.

Ronald was already at the dining table, instructing the butler, “Tell the chef to prepare less, no need for such large portions.”

“It's good that Ms. Quinn has an appetite, some ladies starve themselves to maintain their figure.”

“Yes, but then when the weight arises, she’d overexert herself trying to work it off, it's unhealthy.”