Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 236

Ronald stepped forward and gently placed his hand on her forehead, feeling the heat of a slight fever.

Worried, he called for Finley to come over.

Finley checked her temperature and remarked, “What’s with you two siblings? Drinking is one thing, but getting a fever from it?”

As he spoke, he pulled out a pill from the medicine box and handed it to Ronald.

Ronald didn’t take it right away, fixing him with a cold glare.

Meeting his icy stare, Finley swallowed nervously. “What? What’s wrong?”

Ronald’s tone was sharp. “You two siblings?”

Finley blinked, completely baffled.

What did he say wrong now? Weren’t they siblings?

Ronald finally took the pill from him. “If you can’t speak properly, it’s better to stay silent, or you’ll find your mouth sewn shut.”

“I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?”

Was there a mistake? It was a mystery why they always ended up feverish after drinking.

Finley was left utterly confused. He couldn’t fathom which part of his words had struck a nerve.

Ronald gave him another icy look, and Finley resigned, “Fine, I’ll keep quiet!”

“Oh, just one more thing to add. Cloudia hasn’t left yet. She’s been trying to find a way to see our little sister, Star.”

At this, Ronald shot him another cold glance.

Finley frowned. “What now?”

It was driving him crazy, trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong with what he said.

Ronald’s gaze softened as he slipped the pill into Stella’s mouth and helped her drink some water.

“You don’t have your own sister?”

“And Cloudia? Aren’t you going to deal with her?”

Cloudia had been lingering around since the afternoon, refusing to leave.

Thinking of Stella’s mother, a dark shadow passed through Ronald’s eyes. “Deal with her? Just wait.”

Waiting was the hardest part, especially with the current state of the Larkin family, and the whole Larkin Group was in disarray.

Finley nodded, “Alright then, you going to eat?”

It didn’t seem like Stella was in any state to eat.

“You go ahead,” Ronald replied, his attention on Stella’s still flushed face. He decided to wait until her fever subsided before worrying about himself.

As Finley left, Ronald turned back to Stella, brushing her warm cheek.

Stella‘s eyes fluttered open, groggy and unfocused. “Ronald?”

Something stirred in Ronald’s chest. He had never known before how it felt like to have her, tipsy, whispering his name.