Chapter 190
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And just like that, she had forgotten about the necklace around her neck, worth millions. At that moment, she was convinced that Stella’s antics were all about getting her hands on the Larkin family fortune.
“You must be desperate for cash!”
Stella listened quietly as Cloudia vented her frustration.
Lazily turning over in bed, she responded, “Oh really? Going back to the Larkins nearly drove me to the poorhouse.”
Poor? She threw that word right back at the Larkins.
Two thousand a month, and even that wasn’t guaranteed. Thank goodness she hadn’t relied on that money to live. If she had, she’d have starved to death. “You…”
Hearing Stella’s words, Cloudia was so angry she saw spots.
Stella retorted, “After your wealth? Do you even have any wealth?”
And to think of including the Quinns in this bloodsucking scheme?
“Stella, you’re way out of line! Then tell me, what’s the meaning of this stunt you’re pulling?”
Stella remained silent.
What did she mean? She hadn’t even seen the content of what was released yet.
“It’s obviously because I feared you’d leech off me.”
Even though she disdained the little wealth the Larkins had, what if they found out she’d been raised by the Quinns and decided to leech off them?
So, making a big scene to cut ties was naturally for the best.
Upon hearing this, Cloudia was livid. “Us, leech off you? Your measly seven bucks? You’re underestimating us, the Larkins. Your little bit of cash isn’t something we would fuss over.” Stella concluded, “Then Mrs. Larkin, remember what you said today.”
“It’s you who should remember it!”
Cloudia was so angry she hung up.
Stella, hearing the dial tone, pouted. “Remember it then. Whoever forgets isn’t worth a dime.”
Hmph!
When Ronald walked in, he found Stella sulking and rolling around on the bed.
The maids had just dressed her in a nightgown, and her rolling about had exposed her calves.
Ronald’s Adam’s apple bobbed as a wave of heat uncontrollably surged through him.
“What’s got you so upset?” he asked, stepping closer with a bowl of hangover soup.
His sudden arrival startled Stella, who quickly dove under the covers. “Why didn’t you knock?”
She was all grown up now. What if she had been changing?
Ronald set down the hangover soup beside the bed, sat down, and pulled the covers off her head.
“What part of you haven’t I seen, huh?”
At that, Stella’s mind buzzed, her body heating up.
She snatched the covers back, intending to hide.
But Ronald was faster, pulling her into a sitting position on his lap. “Come on, drink some soup before you sleep.”
The neckline of her nightgown was loose, giving Ronald a glimpse of how much she had grown.
He cleared his throat, adjusting the blanket to wrap her more securely, before handing her the soup. “Drink up.”
Stella struggled to free herself. “I can drink it myself.”
Ronald insisted. “Be good!”
He held her waist with one hand, his tone gentle but carrying an undeniable command.
He knew she disliked the taste of hangover soup. If he let her go now, she’d come up with all sorts of excuses not to drink it. Stella sniffed the soup. “Can it cool for a bit before I drink it?”
“How about I feed you?”
Stella was speechless.
Feed her? How?
She cautiously glanced at Ronald. Meeting his serious, earnest gaze, Stella’s heart skipped a beat.
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