Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 274

Right now, Yvonne really wanted to break Stella's legs. Running off so quickly three years ago was bad enough, but she even had the audacity to hide.

Stella, ever the timid one, barely managed a whisper, "I didn't dare."

Oh, the terror of facing Yvonne was real.

"Hmph, you better not have," Yvonne retorted sharply. "Just wait and see how I deal with you this time, you sneaky brat. Hiding all the way out here. Why not just run off to Mars? Would've served you right to starve out there."

Stella remained silent, a lump forming in her throat.

"See you in three hours," Yvonne declared before hanging up with a sharp click.

In Yvonne's mind, Stella was the weakest of them all. During the past two years when she couldn't find her, she even suspected Stella had starved to death somewhere out there.

Hearing the "beep-beep" sound of the disconnected call, Stella endured the pain and got out of bed. There was no way she could keep this from Ronald.

With Yvonne coming, how was she supposed to explain her injuries?

Putting on a coat, Stella stepped out of her room.

The study was empty, and so was the living room.

The butler, spotting Stella, approached respectfully. "Miss."

"Has Ronald stepped out?" Stella inquired.

"He is in the billiard room," he informed her.

Billiard room? They had one?

Having recently moved in, Stella hadn't had the chance to explore much.

"Where is it?"

"Just straight down this way, Miss. Allow me to show you," the butler offered.

"No need. I'll find it myself," she said, turning towards the living room's left passageway.

Idris, realizing Stella's presence, paused, "Miss?"

Ronald's eyes deepened as he lifted his gaze to Stella, the lingering coldness in his expression not yet concealed.

This wasn’t the first time Stella had seen Ronald like this, but it had been so many years since the last time. However, seeing him like this again after years brought back a flood of memories of his menacing presence.

"Star," Ronald called out softly, his voice losing its earlier edge.

Stella’s eyes lingered on the bloodied man before finally meeting Ronald’s. "Ronald," her voice barely above a whisper.

Ronald's stern demeanor melted away. "Come here," he said gently, no longer the fearsome figure from moments before.

This time, she didn’t run away, and he didn’t have to rush after her like last time to console her.

She was going to stay by his side for a lifetime. Scenes like this were bound to be witnessed sooner or later. She needed to understand, deep in her heart, what kind of person Ronald truly was.

As Stella approached, Ronald pulled her into an embrace, asking softly, "Were you scared?"