Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

Feeling Yvonne's pain, Stella found herself at a loss for words. This kind of heartache wasn't something one could just console away with a few comforting phrases.

Instead, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure it was Dan?"

If it really was Dan, how could he treat her like this? And could someone just lose their memory so easily? If he didn't recognize her, did that mean it wasn't really him?

She remembered the call between Ronald and Yvonne, which suggested Ronald knew this person was in Sands City all along. He knew how much Dan meant to Yvonne and yet never mentioned it.

Could it just be a lookalike?

But if it was, Ronald wouldn't have gone through the trouble of telling Yvonne about him, would he?

Stella was puzzled, trying to piece it all together.

Yvonne's voice suddenly broke through her thoughts, filled with a fierce determination. "I'm sure of it. I'd recognize him even if he was a shadow. That's him. I can't be wrong."

When someone has stayed in your heart for so long, you just don't mistake them for someone else.

Hearing Yvonne's conviction, Stella fell silent. So it really was Dan, but now he had a fiancée in Sands City.

Stella hugged Yvonne, resting her chin on her shoulder. "So, what are you going to do now?"

Stella's main concern was that Yvonne might be so overwhelmed she'd do something reckless.

Yvonne remained silent at her question, her body tense. She closed her eyes, trying to suppress the emotions threatening to break free. "I don't know."

Someone she had cherished as if dead, kept safe in her heart, was alive and living a new life without her. Suddenly, everything she held dear had been taken away.

"Alright, enough with the sadness," Yvonne suddenly said.noveldrama

Stella was taken aback when Yvonne gently pushed her away. As she turned around, her face was lit up with a bright smile.

Stella was dumbfounded. She had never seen someone switch emotions so

quickly from trembling with sorrow to blooming like a sunflower in the sun.

Yvonne picked up the dress from the bed again and selected a particularly striking necklace from a pile of jewelry. "This one looks good too."

Stella blinked, speechless.

"What asking about Dan? My gifts to you have nothing to do with him."

As she spoke, she started to pull at Stella's clothes. The room was warm, and Stella had already taken off her coat, leaving just a sweater.

Yvonne swiftly slipped it off her. Stella instinctively covered herself. "I-I can do it myself."

Yvonne uttered, "Do what yourself? Hurry up want to see how all these look on you. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. Stop being shy and put your hands down."

With that, she slipped the dress over Stella's head and fastened the necklace around her neck. Yvonne was back to her bubbly self, as if the earlier sadness had never existed.

Seeing Stella's discomfort, Yvonne teased, "You're an adult, still shy? Haven't you

and Ronald done everything already?"

Stella's mind went blank. Was that something you could just say out loud? Honestly, over the past couple of years, she had done everything on her own, except for the occasional spa trip.

Once the clothes were on, Yvonne looked her over and nodded in satisfaction.

"Didn't expect you, a little shorty, to look this good in clothes."

Stella felt offended. Attacking her height, huh?

Stella huffed, displeased, "I'm not short."

Back in Portis City, she was taller than many girls. How did she end up being the short one in Yvonne's world?

"What do you mean not short? You're the shortest in the Quinn family. All those years of good nutrition and you didn't grow an inch."

That shut Stella up.

Yvonne's jewelry was truly beautiful. The unknown stones, polished into various shapes, were stunning.

"You look great in them," Yvonne said, picking up a pair of large, sparkling earrings.

Stella hesitated. "Aren't these too much for everyday wear?"

Yvonne scoffed, "Too much? I think they're just right. Haven't you worn anything unique these past years?"

Stella sighed, "I haven't had anything custom-made by Mrs. Elysia lately. Just store-bought stuff."