Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 456

Stella looked at her phone, a little bewildered. Susanna's voice Coming through the speaker was calm, almost too calm.

"So, where's Hull?" Stella asked.

"He went out," Susanna replied, her tone noticeably lighter. She clearly preferred not sharing a roof with Hull at the moment.

Just then, Ronald walked in. Stella quickly ended the call with Susanna, saying, "I gotta go."

Ronald seemed to have had a few drinks.

Stella stepped forward, while Idris, who was supporting him, nodded respectfully at Stella and said, "Miss, he had a bit to drink."

"Got it," Stella acknowledged, taking Ronald from Idris's hands.

A faint yet pleasant scent of whiskey lingered on Ronald, and Stella found herself understanding the notion that distasteful smells only apply when they're not associated with someone you care about. Once the scent lingered on the beloved one, things would alter.

Idris placed a paper bag on the coffee table. "This is for you, Miss. He brought it along."

Stella raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

He’d specially made the call, telling her he’d bring snacks to her. Stella was intrigued by the food inside.

Idris answered, "It's some apple pie. He had a piece and thought you'd love it. So he took it with him."

Apple pie, huh? She used to enjoy it back in Ferrowland, but the pies in Portis City were often too sweet for her liking. Still, if Ronald thought she'd enjoy it, the taste must be something different.

As Idris left, Stella guided Ronald to the couch. Just as she was about to rise, her waist was clasped by his broad hands.

Before Stella made any reaction, he pulled her down onto his lap. Startled, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?"

His breath, infused with the warmth of the whiskey, mingled with hers as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Let me make you some hangover soup," she offered, thinking a hot hand towel might help, too, or he’d suffer tomorrow morning.

Ronald cupped her face with his warm hand. "Star."

"Yes?" she replied softly.

"You're wonderful," he said, his usual calm demeanor replaced with a childlike contentment.

Stella wondered, "Why's that?"