Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 464

"What did you just say?"

Stella thought she must have misheard. There was no way Susanna could have done something so outrageous.

Susanna confirmed, "I said, I yanked off Hull's towel!"

Stella was shocked. This time, things seemed rather serious.

Stella asked, "Are you serious?"

Stella was sure she hadn't misheard. But was Susanna joking? That was hard to believe. Yanking off Hull's towel, what on earth was she thinking?

Was she trying to stir up chaos? Her lifeline wasn't that robust!

Even with her carefree nature, that was beyond reckless.

Susanna admitted it. "I’m serious."

Stella pressed, "What happened?"

It couldn't be what she was thinking, right? If it were, Susanna wouldn't even be able to call her. She'd be crying her eyes out by the following morning.

But Hull wasn't that kind of guy, as Yvonne had assured her he wasn't capable.

Susanna freaked out. "I just, I..."

Her mind was a complete mess, and she didn’t know where to begin.

Stella cleared her throat. "Look, you just couldn’t challenge a man's dignity like that, even if Hull can’t get it up."

Susanna argued, "I didn't mean to."

For God’s sake, she didn't.

Stella asked again, "So, what exactly happened?"

"Well, you see, I..." Susanna let out an exasperated sigh and recounted the series of events.

It was purely accidental. One would even choke on water when in bad luck. Susanna still couldn't figure out how the towel got caught in her zipper.

Stella remained silent after Susanna finished her explanation.

Susanna almost cried. "I swear it wasn't on purpose."

"Yeah, I believe you."

"Really? Star, you really believe me? But will he?"

But now, she choked out a response, "Okay."

"Good girl, go on. I'll be back tomorrow."

Susanna murmured another "Okay," though her voice still carried a hint of fear.

Stella offered a few more comforting words before hanging up the phone.

Susanna listened to the dial tone, taking several deep breaths to steady her nerves.

Truly, from social death to sheer terror. This emotional rollercoaster was something only she, Susanna, could experience.

She went to the kitchen to pour Hull a glass of water, remembering he had asked for it earlier. But as she approached the staircase, she saw him standing at the railing on the second floor.

Susanna’s heart skipped a beat. The water in her glass spilled a few drops uncontrollably.

"Uh, Mr. Miguel."

Hull asked coldly, "Why were you crying?"

Susanna had probably forgotten she’d had a nosebleed earlier.

Now, blood smeared below her nose, and when she had wiped it, it had spread across her face.