Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 1057

Ronald finally realized what had happened—while he and Finley Yoder were upstairs, Stella and Yvonne had been busy whispering conspiratorially downstairs. Those two were clearly no fools; they were plotting exactly how to handle Mona and Yale. And they were aiming straight for the jugular: the purse strings.

He glanced down at Stella, curled up in his arms, and for a moment his expression softened. Even his voice grew gentle as he spoke to Yvonne on the phone. “Just take care of yourself. Learn from Star—if you don’t want to play their games, just don’t play along.”

“Yeah, I know. Star already filled me in,” Yvonne replied, her exhaustion obvious. She was at the end of her rope. Still, she couldn’t help but marvel—after everything Star had stirred up with the Larkin family in Portis City, that girl’s got a mind sharper than a razor. No blood shed, but she sure knew how to make her enemies bleed on the inside.

Yvonne hung up without another word. Ronald heard the abrupt click, smiled helplessly, and switched off Stella’s phone before setting it on the nightstand.

As he lay back, Stella turned in his arms, snuggling closer to his chest.

“Ronald...” she mumbled in her sleep.

Looking down, he saw her face pressed against his chest and felt his heart melt. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and ran his fingers gently through her soft hair.

“Honey, I want a cuddle,” she murmured.

“Alright, come here,” Ronald whispered, wrapping her even tighter. He’d barely had any time for her lately—no wonder she was a little upset.

Elsewhere, Yvonne had fallen asleep by the time Xander emerged from the bathroom. Seeing her so worn out, he could only sigh—tonight had taken a lot out of her.

He moved carefully, sliding into bed, determined not to wake her. He’d barely settled in when Yvonne rolled over and wrapped herself around him, trapping him with an arm and a leg.

Xander froze. His mind went blank as the last thread of his restraint snapped.

He pressed a hand to his forehead in exasperation. Of all things, he’d fallen for a wildcat like Yvonne—and God help him, but right then, he really wanted to kiss her.

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