Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 227

After wrapping up his report on the Patel Group, Idris took a call. When he looked over, Finley was in the process of removing a splinter from Stella's hand. Stella, petrified by the minor procedure, refused to watch.

Ronald, ever so indulgent, covered her eyes to shield her from the sight. Despite his efforts, Stella couldn't help but whimper in discomfort.

"There, there, it's all done now," Ronald soothed in a low whisper.

"This is the last time, right?" Stella mumbled hopefully.

"Don't even think about it. You'll need this treatment for at least a month, given your condition. Every three days, minimum," Finley interjected bluntly, showing no sympathy.

Stella looked on the verge of tears.

Ronald shot Finley a frosty glare, signaling him to keep quiet.

Finley met Ronald's glare with a shrug, undeterred. "I'm just being honest. She might as well prepare her mentally."

"Does she need that from you?" Ronald challenged.

Finley fell silent.

So, Ronald was going to be this protective, huh? Did this mean Ronald planned to console Stella every time? Finley thought to himself as he finished up.

Because if so, he was in for a long haul. Stella wasn’t exactly known for being easy to comfort, and this whole ordeal was proving to be quite the time sink.

Idris stepped forward. "Miss, a lady with the last name Lawson has arrived, wishing to see you."

Without needing further explanation, she knew it was Cloudia Lawson.

But why was she here? Was it because the issues with the Larkin Group had finally been figured out?

Impressive! Cloudia had outpaced Yorick in efficiency, who had been taking ages to investigate the owner of Wave Residence without any concrete results. Meanwhile, the Larkins had quickly gotten to the root of their current problems.

"I'm not a child anymore," Stella protested, her cheeks flushing.

"Indeed, you've grown into a young lady," Ronald replied, his tone carrying an unusual hint of emotion at the term 'young lady.'

"What would you like for dinner?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Let's try something local," Stella suggested without hesitation. She had heard rave reviews about Spring Hill's smoked duck, a delicacy marinated with spices and smoked over cherry wood chips.

"I've heard their cherry-smoked duck is excellent," she added, her interest piqued. The dish was a popular corporate gift during the holidays, and she was eager to try it herself.

"Alright," Ronald agreed, happy to indulge her wishes.

Meanwhile, Cloudia, who was facing the same man who had previously confronted Jaxon, was seething with anger.

Under normal circumstances, she would have already lashed out, but today was different.