Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 165

Ronald stood at the doorway, hearing Stella groan about being tired, a barely perceptible smile flickering in the depths of his penetrating eyes.

He glanced at his wristwatch, “It’s already nine o’clock, you sleepyhead.”

Stella mumbled, “I’m really exhausted. Just want to sleep a bit more.”

“I’m coming in.”

Stella was speechless.

Why was he coming in?

Her voice turned frantic, “No, I’ll be right up.”

The moment Ronald mentioned stepping in, Stella’s voice took on a hurried tone, and she quickly pulled up her collar, wrapping her neck more snugly.

Ronald called out, “Hurry up, the breakfast’s been reheated a couple of times already.”

“Got it.” Stella said, on the verge of tears.

She rummaged through her closet for a scarf but found it too small to cover up properly, so she opted for a chunky knit scarf instead.

Descending the stairs, she saw Ronald sitting on the couch, busy with work on his laptop.

At the sound of her approach, he looked up, noticing the dark circles under her eyes.

“Didn’t sleep well?”

Stella responded with a subdued "Mm-hmm."

How could she, with her heart racing all night?

She glanced at Ronald, who seemed oblivious to the events after their drinks last night. This thought made Stella feel even more aggrieved.

At least he hadn’t taken advantage of her, because if he had, he wouldn’t even remember to take responsibility.

Ronald noticed her scarf, “Feeling cold?”

“Not really,” Stella replied without thinking.

Immediately regretting her words, she braced herself for his response, “Then why wrap such a thick scarf around your neck?”

Stella was at a loss for words, pouting after hearing what he said.

Why, indeed? If not for what he did!

The butler, noticing Stella’s descent, instructed the servants to serve the reheated breakfast.

Stella felt a headache coming on, “Do you even remember how you got home last night?”

“Hmm?”

Stella was rendered speechless.

He really didn’t remember.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get more frustrating, Ronald reached out and removed her scarf.

Feeling a draft on her neck and her heartbeat stopping for a moment, Stella instinctively tried to snatch the scarf back.

But in her haste, she ended up tumbling right into Ronald’s arms.

Both Stella and the rest were speechless.

The room fell silent.

The butler and the servants tensed up for a second before quickly excusing themselves. Everyone in the house knew Ronald and Stella weren't related by blood.

Should anything more intimate happen between them, it was crucial to have the foresight to leave them to their privacy. Their life might be in danger if they saw what they weren’t supposed to see.