Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 241

When Idris, Finley, and Hull arrived, they found Stella sitting across from Ronald, looking like a kid who had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her head hung low, her pitiful appearance tugging at their heartstrings.

Finley stepped forward. "Why are you scolding her again? She's all grown up now."

Ronald shot him a chilling glance.

Finley stumbled over his words.

Great, Ronald hated it when anyone tried to speak up for Stella during his lectures. Finley shot Stella a look that screamed, 'you're on your own.'

Seeing them arrive, Stella dared not even lift her head.

Hull tugged at Stella's arm. "Come sit by your brother."

Stella didn’t move. She had picked the seat across from Ronald, assuming it would just be the two of them.

Hull hesitated. He knew better than to take a seat next to her. Ronald’s stormy glare would be quick to follow if anyone dared to sit too close to Stella.

"Just let it go. She's not a child anymore." Hull couldn’t help but defend her, seeing how scared she looked, barely daring to move in her chair.

Ronald's voice, deep and commanding, broke the silence. "Come here."

Stella hesitated, sensing Ronald's anger. Had her kiss crossed a line and upset him?

The thought gnawed at her, filling her with guilt and vulnerability.

Slowly, she moved to sit beside Ronald.

The food arrived.

Ronald and Hull were already deep in conversation.

Hull asked, "What's the plan with Lancelot now?"

Lancelot's recent actions against the Lugar family were a clear provocation, something Ronald wouldn’t ignore.

Ronald, his gaze narrowing, casually put a piece of bacon into Stella's plate. "Let's eat first."

Hull glanced at Stella, marveling at how she was treated like a delicate flower, shielded even from these conversations.

Nodding to the server, he ordered, "Bring out the whiskey."

Forcing a smile, Finley met Ronald’s icy stare and was at a loss for words.

Wasn't it just the truth? Why couldn’t he talk about it in front of Stella?

"I know you always get a fever, but you..."

Before the words were finished, a sharp pain shot through his leg again!

Finley winced, barely suppressing a groan.

What the hell was going on?

Stella looked at Finley with a puzzled expression, then glanced at Ronald.

Ronald stood with his arms crossed, staring at Finley. Under Ronald's gaze, Finley clamped his mouth shut, deciding not to continue.

He wasn’t wrong, though. Every time, it was just a fever—Ronald always stayed sharp as ever.

But of all times, Stella chose this moment to turn to him and ask innocently, "What's wrong with you?"