Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 960

Susanna sniffled, her voice tinged with a small, wounded plea. "Yeah... an orange. I want an orange."

"You’ve got a cold," Hull said, arching a brow. "Should you really be eating cold fruit?"

"I want one," she insisted, drawing out the last word with stubborn longing.

It was a habit she could never quite shake—whenever she’d forced down bitter medicine, or gotten tipsy, she would crave an orange. Only that crisp, citrus burst seemed to cut through the feverish restlessness that burned inside her.

Especially now, with her fever spiking—one moment she was shivering, the next her body felt like it had been marooned in a desert, shriveling from the heat. Right now, she felt parched, her body burning up as if she’d been wandering through a desert for days.

Eventually, Hull called down and had the front desk send up an assortment of fruit, but Susanna ignored everything except the oranges.

Hull peeled one for her, and as soon as she devoured it, she immediately asked, "More." Her tone was blissful, thoroughly content—she adored the taste of oranges.

Hull glanced at the remaining fruit. "Are you sure you should be eating so many?"

"Oranges are full of vitamin C—it’ll help me get over this cold faster," she argued. Who knew if that was true? She’d say anything right now if it meant another orange.

Hull remained unconvinced. Last time he’d given in to one of her whims—her late-night idea to grill hot wings on the balcony—she’d caught this cold. He wasn’t about to indulge her every request without thinking.

Frowning, he pulled out his phone to check if it was really okay to eat oranges while sick. The internet seemed to agree: vitamin-rich fruit could be good for a cold.

Only then did Hull relent and hand her another orange.

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