Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 187

Ronald's lips curled into an indulgent smile.

Nearby, Finley joked, "Wow, someone's getting protective of their brother? All that upbringing's paying off."

Stella rolled her eyes. "Focus on your food, will you?"

Finley pouted.

Was she always this prickly? She seemed extra feisty today.

Stella was adamant about Ronald not drinking any alcohol today, and ironically, she wasn't great at holding her liquor either.

After two glasses, she started to feel tipsy.

By the end of the evening, Finley and Hull were off to play some basketball.

Stella, her vision blurry, turned to Ronald and called out in a soft, slurred voice, "Ronald."

Her voice carried a hint of discomfort.

Ronald swiftly pulled her into his arms. As he leaned in, the sweet aroma of red wine lingered between them.

With a warm tone, he asked, "Feeling sick?"

Stella nodded. "Yeah, I wanna go home."

That phrase, 'go home,' unexpectedly struck a chord in Ronald's heart.

He grabbed his coat from a nearby chair and gently wrapped it around her. "Alright, let's head home."

Ronald lifted her in his arms.

Stella rubbed her face against his chest, mumbling discontentedly, "You lied. You said it would be fun."

"What do you want to do?"

Stella mumbled, "Something fun, something tasty."

But there was nothing fun.

Her misty, water-like eyes gazed up at Ronald, who chuckled softly. "You need to calm down."

Feeling even more wronged, Stella squirmed unhappily in his arms.

Outside, the wind was strong and cold. Yet wrapped in Ronald's coat, Stella didn’t feel the chill at all.

Ronald carried her to the car.

From the rearview mirror, Idris glanced back at them. "Ms. Quinn had too much to drink?"

Ronald looked down at Stella, her cheeks flushed a deep red.