Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 651

In the Car.

As soon as Stella Quinn climbed into the car, she scooted to the far side, pressing her cheek to the window and staring out into the night.

Ronald Quinn didn’t need her to say a word—he could tell she was upset.

“Hey, Star.”

His voice was low and a little rough, like he’d swallowed gravel.

Stella didn’t answer. She just kept gazing out the window, her eyes shining with stubborn hurt.

Tonight’s dinner party hadn’t been that long, but a lot sure had happened. The gossip from those two women had said enough, and Melissa… well, it was obvious she hadn’t given up on Ronald. Not since the Norton family’s second son had become governor of Rhodewell. Melissa saw her chance and she was clearly still interested.

Ronald watched her for a moment, then reached over and pulled Stella into his lap. “Are you jealous?”

Stella huffed, not even trying to hide her feelings. “You tell me—have you been seeing Melissa these past two years?”

Her tone was pure, pouty accusation, and the whole car seemed to fill with the scent of jealousy.

Any other woman would be terrified of looking petty or childish in front of Ronald. But not Stella. Every little bit of her annoyance was written all over her face.

Ronald gently caught her chin and pulled her in for a kiss—firm, possessive, but still somehow gentle.

“Mmph, let me go—” Stella protested, trying to wriggle away, but Ronald’s warm hand cradled the back of her head, leaving her nowhere to escape. The kiss was overwhelming and sweet all at once. Eventually, Stella’s resistance faded, swept away by his touch.

It wasn’t until she was breathless that Ronald finally let her go, his voice low and teasing, a rough edge that always made her heart skip. “You’re such a little rookie. Can’t even handle a kiss.”

Stella sulked, burrowing into his chest, her cheeks red. Ronald ruffled her hair. “Stop squirming.”

The air in the car was growing warmer by the second.

“You’re still snapping at me,” Stella grumbled.

“I’m not.” He smiled, his voice softening. “How could I ever be mad at you?”