Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 193

During dinner, Stella barely finished a plate of food before Ronald signaled for someone to clear her plate and cutlery.

Stella looked at him with big, pleading eyes, the very picture of misery. “Ronald,” she whimpered.

“What’s the problem? You weren’t this keen on breakfast.”

Stella’s eating habits were far from typical. Conventional wisdom suggested eating the most in the morning and a balanced amount throughout the day.

But her breakfasts were always scant, her lunches manageable. Come evening, however, her appetite would surge, unusually voracious compared to her earlier meals.

“But I…” Stella started.

“No more,” Ronald cut her off before she could finish.

Stella pouted, but Ronald’s gaze on her remained indulgent. He stood up, taking her hand. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“Okay,” she agreed, albeit reluctantly. She’d been hoping to sneak in a bit more food.

It wasn’t entirely her fault; evenings always made her hungrier, and what she’d eaten felt far from sufficient.

As they approached the door, Idris appeared, his expression serious.

Ronald released Stella’s hand. “Check out the back of the villa.”

“Something there?”

“Yeah, something fun.”

“Fun?” Stella doubted.

Ronald’s idea of fun—like the fishing trip that afternoon—rarely aligned with hers.

But noticing Idris’s urgent demeanor, Stella tactfully excused herself.

Once Stella was out of earshot, Ronald spoke. “Is it about Thane?”

“Yes, his butler reached out, requesting a meeting with you.”

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In the vast backyard, Stella's face lit up with delight as she discovered a group of bunnies. She immediately scooped one up, cuddling it. “Oh wow, you're so soft and fluffy!”

She adored furry pets but doubted her ability to care for them properly. This fear had kept her from owning any during her years in Portis City, though she did have a fox back in Ferrowland.

Ronald approached, his expression softening as he watched Stella with the bunnies. “You like them?”

“Yes! They’re so soft and cuddly! Can we take them back to Ferrowland?”

“Of course, we can,” Ronald assured her. He knew Stella’s principle well; if she couldn’t commit to their care, she wouldn’t take them on. Telling her no would only break her heart.

Hearing they could come with, Stella beamed. “They’re adorable, so doe-eyed and fluffy.”

“And how’s my Snow doing?” she inquired.

Snow, her pristine white fox, was a gift from Ronald on her fifteenth birthday, one she cherished deeply. Amidst the turmoil in the Quinn family, when Regina forced her to leave, Stella wanted to bring nothing but Snow.