Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 95

Yet, she couldn't decipher anything from the depths of his gaze, nor did she dare make any wild guesses.

Her breaths became heavier, more rapid. Uncomfortably, she nodded, "Yes, pretty much."

She was practically gasping for air at that point. How could it not be bad?

Her cheeks flamed up uncontrollably.

His voice, husky and close to her ear, asked, "Did you apply any ointment?"

"No."

It wasn't even a scrape. What was she supposed to do, go to the pharmacy and say what exactly? That she got a swelling from a kiss?

She didn't even know what kind of ointment to look for.

"Um, can I just sit up myself, please?" Stella muttered.

If his feelings for her were truly just brotherly, he needed to start setting some boundaries. Otherwise, what would happen when he found the woman of his dreams? That wouldn't be good, would it?

Just the thought of Ronald with another woman made Stella's heart suddenly feel stifled.

Ronald uttered, "Hmm?"

He pretended not to notice her turmoil, watching her struggle with a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

Stella said, "It's just not right, you know? If the person you like finds out about us being this close, it's not good."

"How is it not good?"

Stella was speechless.

Was he genuinely clueless or just feigning ignorance?

"Ever heard of 'avoiding impropriety as the daughter grows up'?"

Ronald remarked, "Am I your father?"

No, but...

"I never asked you to play the saint."

Stella remained silent, approving of what he said. She had learned everything from Ronald and Yvonne except for how to be overly accommodating and benevolent.

Especially after that kidnapping incident when she was thirteen. The lesson they drilled into her was clear, “If your life is threatened, don't hesitate to strike back first.”

"So, no good deeds for me," Stella mumbled.

Seeing her display a hint of vengeance, Ronald's eyes softened with even more affection.

And so, Stella remained in Ronald's lap all the way back to Wave Residence.

When it was time to get out of the car, he insisted on carrying her inside, just like when she was a child. Each time he returned to home, he would already carry her in his arms.

Stella exclaimed, "Hey, I can walk on my own."

As she spoke, she tried to squirm out of Ronald's hold. Feeling her supple body, Ronald pinched her underarm, "Stop wriggling. Be good."