Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 441

Yesterday, she searched everywhere but couldn't find it.

When Hull heard about it, his face turned serious as he glanced at his watch. There was no time to have someone deliver clothes now.

He finally dug out a charcoal-gray pullover sweatshirt from his closet, one he rarely wore, and tossed it to her.

The sweatshirt was huge. On Susanna, it hung loose and reached her knees, but somehow, she made it look stylish.

But Ferrowland was cold, and Susanna looked at Hull with puppy eyes, "I'm afraid of the cold."

This outfit might work indoors, but stepping outside in it would be a whole different story.

Hull hesitated for a moment. Once again, he marveled at how difficult it was to take care of a woman.

With a sigh, he muttered, "Troublesome."

In the end, Hull found a down jacket for Susanna to wear. It was thick enough to keep her warm.

Hull himself rarely wore it; he ran hot and hardly needed such heavy clothing.

When Hull brought her to the car, they climbed into the spacious Mercedes.

Hull and Susanna sat in the middle row. Enzo was behind the wheel, Silas took the passenger seat, and Barnaby, seeing Hull and Susanna approach, quickly retreated to the back.

As Barnaby caught sight of Susanna, he was momentarily stunned.

The boss's taste this time was different from the usual. She was so small!

Barnaby glanced at Hull, whose frame was all muscle and strength, then back at the petite Susanna.

Barnaby thought, "Whoa! Their sizes were so mismatched!"

Especially seeing Susanna in Hull's oversized clothes, Barnaby was almost certain Hull was doing just fine in that department.

So, he likes them petite? All those tall, leggy types never did the trick for him?

Growing more curious, Barnaby spoke up, "Boss."

"Yeah?"

"Is she, uh, joining us? You sure her petite frame can handle it?"

The question was loaded with meaning, and even Silas in the passenger seat picked up on Barnaby's implication.

What a reckless fool!

Yorick leaned against the car.

The cold wind tousled his hair, and through the windshield, Stella could see his desolation.

"Ma'am, we can't get through," the driver said.

The car was parked squarely in the middle of the road, and Yorick seemed intent on blocking Stella's way.

Stella frowned as Tegan's call came through.

"Star, I'm waiting for you at the café on Rigou Street."

Stella replied, "Okay."

After hanging up, Stella opened the car door and stepped out, keeping her distance as she looked at Yorick.

Yorick, spotting Stella, seemed hollow. He held a cigarette between his fingers, dressed too lightly for the weather, and the stubble on his chin gave him a weary, rugged look.

Weary? It was surprising to see this look on Yorick.

Holding onto the car door, Stella spoke icily, "What do you want?"