Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

Xander shot Shawn a frosty glance, and that was all it took to shut him up.

"Alright, I'll keep quiet."

Shawn realized just how smitten the usually unshakeable Xander was with Stella. It was a classic case of unrequited affection, like watching a one-sided love story unfold.

Just as Shawn thought Xander had nothing more to say, Xander's cold voice cut through the silence. "That girl, she'll have her reasons to cry soon enough."

Shawn's eyebrows shot up. "You know, Ronald never lets her shed a tear."

Xander merely chuckled, a low, ominous sound that made Shawn's heart skip a beat.

"Get someone to check on the boxing matches."

"What are we looking for?"

"Her fiancé in Portis City."

Shawn's jaw dropped. Seriously, why were people so eager to land themselves in hot water?

Wasn't Yorick supposed to be in Portis City? Had he somehow ended up on this yacht too? It was owned by Stella, but Yvonne had been managing her assets for the past couple of years. Moreover, it'd be a wast of resources leaving the yacht unexploited. Hence, Yvonne rented it out, and the yearly proceeds went straight to Stella's account.

Given Stella's lack of contact with Ferrowland, she probably had no clue how much money she actually had. The Larkin family had really let a golden opportunity slip away by losing track of her.

Wait, something didn't add up. "Isn't her fiancé in Portis City supposed to be enamored with someone else? How could he be here?"

Maybe he'd finally realized what a catch Stella was. But she was notoriously high-maintenance, with a personality as tricky and dangerous as a game of chess. What was so appealing about that? Xander took another drag from his cigarette, thinking about Yorick's two years by Stella's side. His entire demeanor radiated danger.

...

Meanwhile, Ronald had already boarded the plane with Stella.

The minute they were on board, Stella locked herself in the bathroom. Ronald made a lengthy phone call of around thirty minutes, and she was still in there when he finished. Frowning, Ronald knocked on the bathroom door. "Star?"

"Yeah?" Stella's voice was tinged with discomfort.

Ronald's chest tightened. "What's wrong? Open the door."

"No, I'll be out in a minute."

"You've been in there a long time," Ronald said, his voice deep.

Then he added, "Are you okay?"

"Just give me a minute," Stella replied. Her voice definitely sounded off.

After about five more minutes of stalling, Stella finally emerged.

Ronald had been waiting outside the whole time. As soon as the door opened, he noticed her pale face.

She'd taken a shower and was

wrapped in a bathrobe. He gently pulled her into his arms. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I..." Stella hesitated, casting a slightly accusing glance his way.

"What is it?" he urged.

Stella uttered, "It hurts... down there. A lot."

Ronald froze for a second, then

what she meant. He

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ointment.

"Sorry," his voice hoarse with guilt.

Tears welled up in Stella's eyes as she gazed at him. "It really hurts."

Without hesitation, Ronald scooped her up and carried her to the bed. "Let me check."

"No, you..."

He wanted to check there?

Ronald said, "Just to see how bad it is."

He'd been careful, incredibly cautious, yet she was still hurt. Guilt filled his eyes at the moment.

As he reached to lift her robe, Stella grabbed his wrist. "You can't look."

Ronald met her gaze, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Still so shy?"

A blush crept over Stella's pale cheeks. "I'll just put on some ointment myself."

"Be good," Ronald coaxed.

"I don't want to, you can't..."

Outside the door, Finley happened

overhear

their exchange as he

walked by, and couldn't help but wince internally.

When it came to having new sexual experience, men could be so reckless.