Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 827

Ronald got the news and rushed back to the Quinn estate as fast as he could.

The moment he stepped into the bedroom, he heard Stella’s phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand.

But Stella was fast asleep.

He strode over in long, quick steps, but made barely a sound. Carefully, he picked up her phone and slipped out of the room, not wanting the noise to wake her.

On the drive back, he’d overheard his mother on the phone—she’d sounded like she’d been crying hard.

The call was from Susanna.

Ronald answered, “Hello?”

“Oh—Mr. Quinn?” Susanna sounded a little flustered to hear his voice.

“Did you need to talk to Stella?” Ronald asked.

“No, nothing urgent. Is she alright?” Susanna replied, suddenly realizing it had been ages since she’d last heard Stella’s voice. Ever since Yvonne took Stella to the island, they hadn’t really caught up.

“She’s fine. Just a bit sleepy from the pregnancy,” Ronald replied.

“Oh, she’s napping? Then I won’t bother her,” Susanna said quickly, ending the call.

Back when she used to hang around Hull, Susanna had always found that guy intimidating. But Ronald, even over the phone, felt downright scary.

Phone call over, Ronald eyed the number for a moment, then decided to delete it.

Just then, Idris appeared, carrying a stack of important documents to take to the study. Spotting Ronald in the hallway, he greeted him respectfully, “Sir.”

“Hull and his team made it to Litamark?” Ronald asked.

Idris nodded. “Yes, they should have arrived by now.”

Ronald closed his eyes for a moment, thinking.

Then Idris added, “Ma’am’s still angry with Dan. She made a move on Slatepeak Mines—the ones under Black Gate.”

After giving Idris his orders, Ronald tiptoed back into the bedroom. Stella had only just fallen asleep, after a lot of comforting.

Downstairs, Lottie was still fuming, determined to find out which woman was causing trouble behind the scenes.

Ronald sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

He looked at the tiny tear stains on the corner of Stella’s eyes, and his heart ached for her.

He sighed helplessly and reached out, gently pinching her cheek with all the affection in the world.

Stella was never a deep sleeper—she stirred the moment Ronald touched her.

He bent down, their faces so close his breath mingled with hers. “Hey, sweetheart?”

His voice was soft, careful—not sure if she was just shifting in her sleep or actually waking up.

But Stella blinked her eyes open, still a little dazed, probably from crying herself to sleep.