Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 645

Lounge Area.

The buffet was getting crowded, and Yvonne couldn’t help but worry about Stella. After all, this wasn’t the time for any accidents.

She guided Stella over to a quieter spot filled with plush couches and said, “Hang tight here, I’ll grab you a plate.”

Stella just blinked at her, a little speechless.

At home, Yvonne was always the one telling her what she could and couldn’t eat.

But before Stella could protest, Yvonne was already weaving back through the crowd. Stella sat down, pulling her cardigan tighter around her.

The room was a comfortable temperature, but ever since the pregnancy, she always seemed to feel cold.

She still had Ronald’s scarf looped around her neck—he’d insisted on giving it to her earlier.

A server approached with a glass of water. Stella took it, smiling politely. “Thank you.”

“Would you like anything to eat, ma’am? Snack table’s just over there,” he offered, gesturing.

“No, thanks,” Stella replied. “My sister’s getting something for me.”

He nodded and disappeared, leaving her alone.

Stella glanced at the water but set it down untouched. Then she pulled out her phone. Susanna had texted:

[Star, remember how I said I’d propose to Hull and he never said yes? So why am I suddenly getting all the perks? Is it just that he wants me for my body? Like, no strings attached?]

Stella nearly snorted out loud.

Okay… that was one way to look at it. Her mind, already a little foggy, felt even more scrambled.

She honestly had no idea what was actually going on between Hull and Susanna. The whole living-together situation? Still a mystery.

Especially when Susanna started in with the “he just wants my body” line—Stella couldn’t help rolling her eyes.

She shot back:

[I don’t think Hull is just after your body.]

Susanna replied almost instantly:

[Why not?]

Stella hesitated.

[Don’t ask me, I really don’t know.]

Being blunt would offend her, but sugar-coating it just felt awkward. Best to say nothing.

“No way,” the other gasped.

“Why else would she be so supportive? Poor Mr. Quinn, right? And who even knows what really happened three years ago when he died?”

“You know, Melissa from the Norton family was supposed to marry Mr. Quinn. She’s had a crush on him since high school, but the adopted girl swooped right in.”

“And Lottie always doted on her. Maybe Mr. Quinn was the real outsider, you know? Lottie picked up her ‘adopted’ daughter from school every day—never did that for her son.”

“Mr. Quinn got the short end of the stick. Can you imagine marrying someone like that? Even before, people said Lottie and that guy had a thing going on.”

With so few people nearby, they were growing bolder—and nastier. Now they were dragging the whole Quinn family through the mud.

Stella’s eyes narrowed. She set her phone carefully in her purse, stood up, and picked up the glass of water she hadn’t touched.

She walked straight toward the two women, who were still too busy gossiping to notice her approach.

Just as Yvonne returned with a plate of food, she watched, wide-eyed, as Stella calmly tipped the entire glass of water over one woman’s perfectly styled head.

The water was still warm, and the woman let out a piercing shriek. “What the hell is wrong with you? Who do you think you are?!”

Yvonne stood there, stunned.

She’d been wrong—her Star was no fragile hothouse flower.