Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 627

Ronald picked out a pale blue dress for Stella that evening—the same shade as his own tie. He liked the idea of them matching, subtle but sweet.

As they stepped out of the lounge, they heard raised voices down the hall.

Xander and Yvonne, arguing. Again.

Just a moment ago, it seemed like they’d finally settled their squabble about money. But here they were, at it again.

Ronald and Stella paused to listen. It sounded like Xander had accused Yvonne of being fake? Which was ridiculous—Yvonne had been quietly volunteering and giving to charity for years.

But now, with Xander’s words out in the open, things escalated fast. Not just yelling—Yvonne actually lunged at him.

“You’re such an ass, Xander! Can’t you use your brain before you speak? I ought to just knock some sense into you.”

She made a grab for him, but Xander was quick. He grabbed her by the waist, which clearly crossed a line.

“Hey! Hands off, you jerk!” Yvonne spat, twisting out of his grip and swinging at him.

Most women, Xander thought darkly, would melt if he touched them like that. But Yvonne? She turned into a tornado.

He caught her wrist mid-slap. “Relax. Like I even want to touch you. You couldn’t pay me.”

“Oh, really? Then don’t touch me! You absolute pig—”

She raised her free hand to smack him again. Xander felt a headache coming on.

“I wouldn’t want you if you were the last woman on earth. Good luck finding anyone who does—you’ll die alone at this rate.”

Harsh. Maybe too harsh.

For a woman, being told she’d end up alone for life? That stung. And Yvonne? No way was she letting that slide.

“You son of a—”

He sneered, “You’re loud, angry, and you’ve got the charm of a wet cardboard box. Go ask around—see who likes your type.”

Yvonne was so mad she could barely speak. If she didn’t claw his eyes out tonight, she’d never forgive herself.

Later, at the party, Stella found herself bored and—more importantly—hungry. Pregnant or not, she was never a fan of tiny hors d’oeuvres and dry canapés.

Her mom, Lottie, had been outside but called in: “Make sure the kitchen prepares something for Stella. She needs to eat.”

“Of course, ma’am,” answered the butler.

Not that she needed to worry—Ronald had already arranged everything.

But Stella was also sleepy. Ronald led her gently back to their room, planning for her to nap for an hour before coming back for food and festivities.

As soon as they got in, Ronald’s phone rang. Whatever the caller said made him frown. He covered the speaker and turned to Stella.

“Get some rest, okay? You and Yvonne can join the party in a bit. No rush, alright?”

Stella sighed. “Busy again?”

Since they’d returned to Ferrowland, Ronald always seemed to have a million things on his plate.