Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

Hull had a perfectly chiseled face, his features sharp and defined. His glasses had fallen off, making the icy chill in his deep eyes even more pronounced.

It was especially intimidating considering that the people who dealt with Ronald were rarely simple or kind-hearted.

The tattoo peeking from his neck only added to the aura of danger around him.

Susanna was so startled she forgot to react.

Hull narrowed his eyes slightly.

Finley grabbed Susanna's wrist, chuckling. "Whoa there, girl! Not exactly playing hard to get, are we? Who goes for a guy's belt on a first meeting? Might as well skip the formalities and get straight to it." "I...I didn't mean to."

Susanna was still gripping tightly, seemingly oblivious to the chaos she was creating.

Tabitha was shocked too, especially seeing Susanna clutching onto Hull's belt. She was just as dumbfounded.

Susanna looked at Hull in panic. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I really didn't."

Finley chimed in, "Then why don't you let go already?"

Was this girl out of her mind? Claiming it was an accident but refusing to let go - what was up with that? Susanna locked eyes with Hull's intense gaze, her mind freezing under the weight of his piercing stare.

"I'm sorry."

Tabitha finally snapped out of her shock and rushed forward, tugging at Susanna's hand. "Alright, alright, you've apologized like a million times. Let go now." Susanna was bewildered.

Meanwhile, Stella came out to check what was keeping Ronald. She froze at the sight of Hull kneeling on the slippery ground, Susanna's pale hand still gripping his belt. Stella was baffled.

"Susie, what on earth?"

Stella's sudden appearance finally jolted Susanna back to her senses. She quickly retracted her hand like it was on fire, her face flushing bright red. What a mess she'd gotten herself into today. "I really didn't mean it."

Hull stood up, calmly tidying up his slightly disheveled clothes. His expression was cold as he turned to walk inside.

Ronald noticed Stella and frowned. "Why are you out here in so little clothing?"

Stella replied, "You were taking so long, I came to check on you."

She turned her attention to Susanna. "Susie, are you okay?"

Susanna's face was flushed red with embarrassment. She scrambled to her feet, mumbling, "I... I'll be leaving now. Bye!"

She couldn't meet Stella's eyes and practically fled the scene.

Tabitha quickly followed, muttering

to herself about how dangerous the people here seemed. That man's gaze had been downright murderous.

Stella was confused.

Finley turned to her with a mischievous grin. "Star, your friend's got some guts."

Stella asked, "What do you mean?"

Finley laughed. "She nearly stripped Hull's pants off!"

Not too far away, Susanna stumbled at Finley's words, almost falling again.

Hull shot Finley a sharp, warning glare, his eyes cold and threatening.

It was the first time his expression had been so menacing- he was usually just as laid-back as Finley.noveldrama

Stella twitched her lips, glancing between Susanna's retreating figure and Ronald.

"She's definitely not like that."

Ronald ruffled her hair. "You believe Finley?"

Stella shot Finley a glare. "With a mouth like yours, you'll stay single forever."

She had never met anyone as blunt as Finley. It was something else.

Finley shrugged. "Hey, I didn't say anything untrue."

Susanna had almost, literally, pulled Hull's pants down in front of everyone.

Stella retorted, "She slipped on the wet ground, and Hull was just nearby, okay?"

Even though she wasn't there, Stella could guess what happened.

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reach out to grab something to steady yourself. It was just unfortunate Susanna grabbed something so... personal.

Finley wanted to argue but Ronald shot him a look. "Dare to joke about Hull?"

Everyone in Ferrowland knew Hull was the one making jokes on othe Anyone daring to joke about him should be prepared for a midnight surprise with a burlap sack

Finley pouted. "I didn't say much."

Stella added, "You've said more than enough."

Finley could turn a simple comment into something mortifying.

Seeing Stella's gaze, Finley wisely zipped his mouth. He probably shouldn't have opened his mouth in the first place.

Once inside, Stella's slippers were soaked.

Ronald glanced at the butler. "Why wasn't the entrance cleared up?"