Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 465

Susanna lowered her head, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Sorry," she mumbled in a small voice, just like Stella had taught her. "I didn't mean to."

No matter what Hull thought—whether he was furious enough to want to strangle her or just mildly annoyed—an apology seemed like the safest bet.

When Stella got back, Susanna planned to pack her bags and leave. Even if Star suggested they move to the Quinn family house, she'd go. Anything was better than staying here, alone with this man. Living under the same roof with a guy was awkward enough without the added drama of tonight's little incident.

From the top of the stairs, Hull watched her standing downstairs like a nervous rabbit, unable to see her face clearly but noting the repentant way she held herself.

His lips curled into an amused smile. "What are you sorry for?"

Susanna hesitated, "For, uh, pulling off your towel."

Hull's face went blank at her blunt honesty, and the room went silent.

Susanna's mind raced.

Oh no! Stella had told her never to mention that, just apologize and be done with it.

Hull's presence was overwhelming, making it impossible for Susanna to ignore.

"I-I didn't mean it like that," she stammered.

Hull raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then what did you mean?"

"I swear, it wasn't on purpose," she insisted, her voice small.

The sound of his footsteps heading toward her was like thunder in her ears.

Hull stopped before her, his long fingers lifting her chin to meet his gaze.

Susanna's heart pounded wildly in her chest.

"Mr. Miguel, would you like some water?" she offered nervously, holding out a half-empty glass.