Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

After breakfast, Ronald headed straight to his study. Meanwhile, Finley finished his breakfast in the kitchen, his gaze drifting toward Stella, who quickly turned away, feigning obliviousness. "Running away again, are we?" Finley crossed his arms, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Stella knew why Ronald had sent Finley away earlier-it was to spare her from that exact moment.

Now, with Finley confronting her directly, she turned around and meekly replied, "Finley."

Finley stepped closer, letting out a huff. "How is your injury?"

Stella froze, her mind scrambling. She knew exactly what injury he was referring to, but the casual way he asked left her utterly flustered.

How was she supposed to answer that?

Her cheeks flushed a bright red, and she couldn't bring herself to look up.

Seeing her silence, Finley snorted. "I'm talking to you."

"Better, a bit better," she mumbled. Why was he even asking about this? Was this really his concern?

"Girls need to take care of themselves," Finley lectured. "Ronald might spoil you, but men can be thoughtless sometimes."

Stella was speechless.

Finley was on a roll, giving her a sermon.

"He may not know his limits, but you should. These kinds of injuries are no joke."

"Please, just stop," Stella finally blurted, her embarrassment peaking. Her voice quivered as she cut him off.

Finley was taken aback. "You..."

"I know, okay? I'm being ungrateful. Fine. Just... please stop."

Finley's mouth twitched. "I just meant..."

"I'll leave so I won't bother you," Stella cut him off.

Without waiting for his response, she spun around and dashed off.

Watching her sprint away, Finley couldn't help but think she'd make a great track star. "With that speed of hers, Ronald's been worrying for nothing. She could escape anyone."

In the blink of an eye, she was gone. He scratched his head, figuring the medicine he'd arranged for was working wonders if she couldrun like that.

But when he turned around, he met Ronald's icy stare from the staircase. The chill in his eyes sent a shiver down Finley's spine.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Is it any of your business?" Ronald's tone was cold, with a hint of irritation.

Finley gulped. "Sorry, I overstepped."

He'd only thought that being a brother and a husband were two different roles, after all.

Idris approached from the other side. "Sir."

"Speak," Ronald commanded.noveldrama

"Skye Yoder has secretly arrived in Portis City."

Finley raised an eyebrow, and Ronald's expression hardened further.

Idris continued, "She's accompanied by people linked to Miss."

Miss? So that must be Yvonne.

Finley's mouth twitched. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Idris glanced at Finley, then turned to Ronald. "It seems to be Miss Yvonne's idea to have her come and steal Miss Stella away."

Finley's heart skipped a beat. Was

his sister

wly that bold? Stella

wasn't just Ronald's sister anymore. If Skye dared to whisk her away, she must have a death wish.

"This must be some

misunderstanding," Finley insisted. "Idris, you can't just assume she's here to kidnap Stella because she's with Yvonne's people. That's not fair"

Ronald shot him a glare so icy that Finley nearly froze.

"I mean, it's just..."

Could Skye really have been influenced by Yvonne to attempt such a thing?

"Wait, that doesn't make sense. They despise each other, remember?" Finley continued, trying to make sense of it.

Skye and Yvonne had been at odds for years, a rivalry as explosive as a Fourth of July firework display.

Idris nodded. "Exactly. The fact that they don't get along makes it the perfect cover."