Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 925

Xander’s eyes bore into her, sharp and probing—Yvonne felt as if he could see straight through every pretense she’d ever worn, leaving her suddenly exposed.

“Why... why are you staring at me like that?” she stammered, feeling oddly vulnerable.

“Not bad,” Xander replied, his tone unreadable.

Yvonne frowned. “Not bad? What’s ‘not bad’?”

A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of Xander’s mouth. “It looks like you’re finally done with him,” he said quietly.

She realized what he meant; she hadn’t lost her temper around Dan lately. If anything, the moment she realized she’d wrongly accused him, all she felt was awkwardness—no guilt, just a bit of embarrassment. And when she directed her team to double their efforts, she’d done so without a hint of hesitation.

“Of all things to mention, why do you have to bring up that loser?” Yvonne huffed, wrinkling her nose. Could her recent actions be any less subtle? Did they really still need proof that she was over Dan?

“Are you feeling sick?” Xander asked, abruptly changing the subject.

“Huh?”

“You ate a lot tonight,” he pointed out.

Yvonne bristled, crossing her arms. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you calling me a glutton now? Women hate being told they eat too much, you know.”

Xander gave a dry little laugh.“I just don’t want you to feel sick, that’s all. With all the stress you’ve been under, your stomach’s been off lately. Every time you eat, you throw up.”

Truth was, her appetite had been wild these past days, stress gnawing at her insides. Tonight, she’d devoured more hot wings than she cared to admit.

“I’m fine,” she insisted.

“You really don’t feel sick after all that?” he pressed.

“Nope, not at all!”

He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

“Maybe it’s just that the food I had the last few days didn’t agree with me,” Yvonne said thoughtfully. “But tonight was different—honestly, I didn’t expect to find such amazing hot wings in all of Litamark.”

While Yvonne and Xander mused about her stomach, Dan, outside the restaurant, was bombarded by yet another round of tense phone calls. Sweat prickled at his brow as he listened to someone rant in his ear, then hung up—barely restraining the urge to launch his phone into the nearest wall.

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