Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 302

The man had a neat crop of short hair, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes seemed to speak volumes.

His rebellious and proud demeanor was a stark contrast to Ronald's stern nature, making him a memorable figure in Stella's mind.

She had only met him three times, and the fourth encounter was the devastating news of his death, that shattered Yvonne’s heart.

Ronald said, "It might not be him."

Stella replied, "I hope for a miracle."

Her heart ached for Yvonne, for the deep emotions she had poured into that man.

Ronald fiddled with her slightly cold hands. "Are you cold?"

"I'm not cold," she insisted.

Without another word, Ronald fetched a fuzzy cardigan. Knowing Stella disliked heavy layers in winter, preferring her arms free, her wardrobe was full of various cozy cardigans.

Stella protested, "I'm really not cold."

"Just be good," Ronald said with a tender voice, and Stella reluctantly slipped it on.

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As the snow piled up outside, Stella indulged in her favorite winter pastime: cooking a hearty meal. The pot on the table bubbled merrily. Even without the usual spicy kick, Stella found the meal thoroughly satisfying.

Ronald busied himself with the cooking.

"You should eat too," Stella urged.

"Why do you like eating this way?" Ronald asked, not quite fond of soupy dishes.

"It's warm," Stella replied.

"Are you cold?"

"Not really. But with the snow outside, eating like this just feels right."

Ronald chuckled. "You and your feelings."

"Where are Finley and Hull?" Stella asked, noticing their absence.

"Finley went to find Skye," Ronald replied. "As for Hull, I have no idea."