Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 785

Susanna was gently ushered into the room, the man’s arm warm and steady around her shoulders.

She spotted the food Hull had brought—her stomach growled, starved as she was. But all she reached for were the strawberries and sliced apples. The grilled salmon, jumbo shrimp, and oysters sat untouched.

Hull raised an eyebrow at her picky appetite. “Not a fan of grilled seafood, huh?”

Susanna glanced at him, looking almost woeful. “Honestly, all I’ve had lately is fish,” she admitted, her voice small. “I’m so done with it.”

She looked so fed up with seafood that Hull couldn’t help but chuckle, his tone teasing but affectionate. “Guess you really have had it rough if you’re turning your nose up at salmon.”

Susanna just sighed, remembering the past days with Yvonne. That time? Total nightmare. Still, she couldn’t deny she owed Yvonne a lot for everything she’d learned.

Back in Portis City, she never imagined she’d wind up as tough as Stella, who’d managed to walk away from a guy like Yorick without a backward glance. But here she was.

“My phone—where is it?” Susanna asked suddenly. “I should call Yvonne, let her know I’m okay.”

She’d left so abruptly; Yvonne would be freaking out by now.

Susanna had no idea how long she’d slept—long enough for the light outside to change completely. She rubbed her eyes, still groggy.

“No need,” Hull said. “She already knows.”

“You told her?” Susanna asked.

He nodded, cool and calm. “Yeah.”

She believed him. If Yvonne was in the loop, that was enough for now. She’d thank her properly when she got back to Ferrowland.

Meanwhile, in another of the wooden cabins lining the beach, the atmosphere was tense. Hull sat across from a sharply dressed man flanked by two armed guards.

Barnaby, slick in his tailored suit, radiated danger—a glint of cunning in his eyes.

“So, Mr. Miguel, are the terms acceptable?” Barnaby asked, laying out the details of their deal.

Hull barely seemed to hear, one hand holding a cigar, the other his phone. His gaze kept flicking down to the screen, replaying the image of Susanna stepping into the bath.

Whatever Barnaby was saying, Hull didn’t seem to care.

Silas, sensing the tension, cleared his throat. Barnaby leaned in, trying to sneak a look at Hull’s phone. Before he could catch a glimpse, Hull flipped the screen over, shielding it with his palm, and shot Barnaby a look sharp enough to cut.