Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 210

Stella's laughter was tinged with sarcasm. "Oh, please, don't pretend it's nothing major."

Her sharp words, dripping with irony, hit like daggers.

"Stop babbling. Just admit it- are you the one stirring up trouble for the Larkin Group?"

Cloudia was done arguing with Stella; every exchange left her fuming.

She had to admit, Stella's tongue was lethal, reminiscent of a no-nonsense country girl.

Stella teased, "Why don’t you guess?"

Cloudia seethed. "You..."

But Stella cut her off. "We're done here. Stop calling me over every little thing. People might think you miss me or something."

Cloudia felt her blood pressure spike, but before she could retort, the call was abruptly ended. It was always like this with Stella, Cloudia never managed to gain the upper hand. She couldn’t help but wonder who had taught Stella to wield her words so fiercely.

...

At the studio, Ronald arrived just in time to see Stella limping toward the elevator.

Without a word, he strode over and effortlessly scooped her into his arms.

And because of it, the office crowd collectively sighed, charmed by the romantic gesture.

Stella clung to Ronald's neck. "What are you doing? Put me down. I can walk just fine."

The weather in Portis City had been dreadful lately, making her days particularly challenging.

Ronald ignored her protests, carrying her into the elevator.

...

Inside the office.

A young designer whispered to Tabitha, "The boss's brother is such a dreamboat. That aloof charm, ugh, absolutely irresistible!"

Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Dream on."

" What’s wrong with a little fantasy? It’s not like I can have him."

Tabitha shot back, "Be careful or the boss will have your head!"

...

"Mr. Patel is on his way to Spring Hill," he informed Ronald.

Today was the day they were supposed to go over the contract. Jeremy had no choice but to follow Ronald's schedule.

Ronald hummed in acknowledgment, then said, "You and Yates handle it."

"Got it," Idris nodded.

By the time they arrived at Spring Hill, it was nearly noon.

As Ronald moved to carry her again, Stella caught his hand. "I can walk."

"Oh? Grown up now and don't want to be carried?" Ronald teased.

Stella was speechless.

Did he finally realize she had grown up?

Indeed, she had, and it wasn't fitting to be carried anymore.

Seeing her dazed expression, Ronald chuckled softly and effortlessly lifted her, striding towards the wooden building.