Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 47

As Ronald frowned, ready to say something more, Stella's stomach let out an unmistakable growl.

The next moment, Ronald's expression darkened even further.

"Haven't eaten enough?"

Stella mumbled in grievance, "I barely had a bite."

After that, the atmosphere in the car instantly turned heavy, and Ronald shot a cold glance at Finley, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Feeling the chill from that look, Finley shivered.

"Wait, I asked you, and you told me you were full, no?"

Yes, he had taken Stella out for a meal. But she was an adult, for crying out loud. Surely, he wasn't expected to spoon-feed her?

Finley was at his wit's end.

Stella said, "It's not Finley's fault. We'd barely started when someone caused a scene."

"See? Even she says it's not on me," Finley defended.

Finley was losing it.

This lunatic Ronald always treating the girl he had practically raised as if she was a delicate flower that could never grow up. Any slight discomfort for Stella, and those around her would surely pay the price.

The phone buzzed again, an unknown number flashing on the screen.

Ronald answered, "Hello?"

"Mr. Quinn, it's me. What in the world happened? Why did you leave so abruptly? I mean..."

Jeremy's voice, full of restrained panic, came through and before he could finish, Ronald abruptly ended the call.

"Idris."

"Yes, Mr. Quinn?"

"Call Jeremy back later. Tell him..."

Back in Ferrowland, some heiresses dared to mock Stella for being nothing but an adopted daughter of the Quinn family. What became of them later, no outsider knew, but Idris was well aware.

The extent of Ronald's protection over Stella was clear from the moment he took her in as a baby. His precious, how could he let anyone bully her?

...

Upon reaching Mist Bay, dinner was ready, and Stella was famished.

Ronald, ever so calmly, served her food, "Eat slowly, no one's taking it away from you."

Watching Stella devour her meal, Finley couldn't help but remark, "You see, kids should be left to roam free. Look at her, eating so well behaved now."

That earned him a cold glare from Ronald.

Finley pouted, "Just stating facts."

Back in Ferrowland, Stella used to be so picky at meals, always fussing over this and that.