Chapter 70 

Ronald exuded a chill that seemed to seep into one’s bones, his eyes cold as an icy pond, casting a light that made you shiver. 

Yorick had completely lost it, oblivious to the danger he was in. 

“So, you’re canceling our wedding over this guy, and now you’re parading around town with him? You don’t feel ashamed, but aren’t you worried about embarrassing both the Quarrys and the Larkins?” 

Stella shot back, “What do the Quarry family and Larkin family‘ reputations have to do with me?” 

Yorick couldn’t speak a word. His breathing, already ragged, turned fiery with indignation at Stella’s words. 

This was too much, way over the line. 

Then, the elevator dinged. 

nald, gripping her hand, was about to lead Stella out when Yorick grabbed his arm, “Don’t you dare leave. We’re settling this today.” Yorick was livid. Being dumped by Stella was a blow to his ego, and he needed to know when she and Ronald had started their affair. 

The scene froze entirely. 

Stella looked at Yorick’s hand on Ronald’s arm, and then, without even a second to react, she heard a sound of bone fractured. 

Yorick let out a howl. 

Just seeing Yorick’s pained expression made Stella wince. 

Had he forgotten that time at Silk–River Residences when he saw Ronald with a gun? 

And yet, he still dared to provoke him? 

Through it all, Ronald hadn’t even let go of Stella’s hand and had subdued Yorick with his other. Disgusted, he flung Yorick’s hand away! and led Stella out of the elevator, “Let’s go.” 

Stella glanced back at Yorick. 

The man who had been so confrontational moments ago was now gasping in pain, unable to focus on anything else. 

At the restaurant entrance, Orion was dumbfounded to see Stella and a man hand in hand, leaving together. 

Stella gave Orion a look and dropped a few words, “Call an ambulance.” 

Orion’s brow twitched at her words. 

An Ambulance? Another fight? 

So, was this the man Stella met at Silk–River Residences? His aura screamed of a high status. 

Once Stella and Ronald were in the car, he reached across, grabbing her waist, and in a moment, Stella was pulled into his embrace. 

Stella tensed, “Ronald.” 

In the cramped space, the term “Ronald” carried an unexpected intimacy. 

His warm breath brushed against her neck, “Why telling his assistant to call an ambulance? You feel sorry for him?” 

Stella clarified, “No.” 

Sorry for Yorick? Not a chance. 

Ronald’s grip on her waist tightened, “Really?” 

Stella said, “Really, you have to believe me.” 

As she spoke, she tried to put some distance between them; it was too close. 

Especially his breath on her neck, it stirred something unfamiliar within her. 

But in his embrace, tight as iron bands, she had nowhere to run. 

“Ronald, you…” 

Ronald asked, “What is it?” 

Stella uttered, “I’m not a kid anymore.” 

She emphasized again. 

Ronald replied, “So, I can’t hug you anymore?” 

His tone was noticeably cooler as he said this piece, making Stella’s heart skip a beat.