Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 348

"We need to fly to Cyris Isle immediately."

"Right now?"

Ronald nodded. "Yeah, right now. I've already arranged for some summer clothes to be sent over for you."

Cyris Isle was in the middle of a scorching summer, and Stella's outfit from the plane was totally unsuitable.

"But I'm starving," Stella said, looking at Ronald with hopeful eyes.

Could they maybe eat something before heading out? She hadn't eaten in two days and nights, and running around in Patrina had completely drained her energy.

Not to mention the long haul with him on the plane.

Thinking about it made Stella give Ronald a resentful look.

"I'm tired, hungry, and sore."

Ronald's eyes softened as he gently tousled her hair. "Food will be here soon."

Stella perked up. "Okay, as long as I get to eat."

As Ronald helped remove her scarf, his gaze fell on the faint marks underneath.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

The question caught Stella off guard. Her face went beet red, and her mind blanked for a moment.

This time, Ronald was especially patient. Although it was hard for him to control himself, he didn’t want to hurt her. Instead, he made Stella experience an unprecedented sense of bliss.

But his stamina was... overwhelming—so much so that, even without any injuries, it still hurt a little after such a long time.

She managed a small nod. "Just a bit."

Ronald chuckled at her flushed face and pinched her cheek gently. "Go freshen up. Food's waiting."

With that, he stepped out.

Stella dashed into the bathroom, glaring at her rosy cheeks in the mirror. She splashed her face with cold water.

"Jerk," she muttered to herself.

Who would’ve thought the usually stern and composed Mr. Quinn had such a teasing, carefree side? He could bring up something like that without batting an eye.

…

Outside, Ronald made a quick call to Finley, reminding him to pick up some ointment on his way.

Finley paused on the line before launching into a rant, "You know, you've treated her like a precious gem all her life, and now you're letting her get hurt repeatedly."

Ronald cut him off, "Just get the stuff, will you?" then hung up without another word.

Idris stood behind him, pretending not to hear a thing. This was definitely not something he wanted to get involved in.

Meanwhile, in the car, Finley heard the dial tone and grumbled, "He's acting like I'm the one who hurt her."

Hull shot him a glance. "That mouth of yours will get you in trouble one day."