Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 293

After a while, Ronald finally seemed satisfied and let Stella go.

Stella looked at him with a pout, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "My lips hurt," she complained.

It did hurt a bit. He was so inexperienced...

Ronald bent down to examine her lips, noticing the slight chapping with a pang of regret. "I'll be gentler next time."

"You’re already thinking about next time? It hurts!" Stella mumbled as she snuggled back under the covers.

She had planned to head to the studio today to give Tabitha some work instructions, but with the snow falling thick outside, she felt no desire to leave the house. There was something so comforting about staying in bed during a snowstorm.

Besides, with her lips sore, she knew Ronald wouldn't let her go out anyway.

Ronald chuckled at her lazy demeanor. "Make sure you wrap things up at your studio soon. We’re heading back to Ferrowland."

Stella turned to face him, eyes wide with anticipation. "When?"

Suddenly announcing a trip back to Ferrowland had her heart racing with excitement.

But wait...

"Can we wait until these marks fade before we go back?" she asked.

She couldn't very well explain them to her mom or Yvonne if they asked.

Ronald stood up, considering. "About two weeks."

Stella nodded. "That should be enough."

Two weeks was plenty of time, but only if Ronald behaved himself. If he didn't, and more marks appeared, she might not have the courage to face her family in Ferrowland.

Ronald seemed to catch her drift, leaning in with a teasing smile. "If they ask, just tell them the truth."

Stella's eyes lit up at his words. "Really? I can?"

"Why not?"

Stella was left speechless, admiration glittering in her eyes as she gazed at him. "I really admire you."

If she actually told them the truth, she couldn't even imagine how they would react. If she managed to stay in Ferrowland without bolting, it would be a miracle.

With that, Ronald left the room.

Alone, Stella's thoughts turned to her studio and how to handle things. She hadn’t been able to contact anyone in Ferrowland before, uncertain if or when she could return. Now that she was going back, her visits to Portis City would likely be less frequent. It was something she needed to sort out.