Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

As soon as Silas hung up the phone, it was just Susanna and Hull left in the room. Susanna stood awkwardly by the cabinet, clutching a cushion tightly to her chest, her eyes darting nervously toward Hull.

Hull settled himself on the couch, gesturing for her to join him. "Come here."

Susanna clutched the cushion even tighter, shaking her head. "I don't want to."

Her words and body language were in perfect sync, a testament to the fear Hull had instilled in her over the past few days.

Seeing her frightened demeanor, Hull's smile vanished, replaced by a chilling expression. "Hm?"

That single syllable hung in the air, dripping with menace, making Susanna's heart race. She considered bolting for the door, but knew she wouldn't get far under

Hull's watchful gaze.

Feeling the oppressive coldness emanating from him, she stammered, "We can talk from here. You can hear me."

She took another step back, her voice barely above a whisper. Hull raised an eyebrow, amused at how easily she was spooked. The reports from Silas had painted a different picture of her during her time in Portis City. She had been bold, not the timid figure before him now.

Susanna, noticing his silence, gathered her courage to speak. "I have something to ask you."

Despite her fear, she needed answers. Her voice was small but determined.

Hull's lips curled into a smile. "Ask."

"Why did you tell Mr. Quinn you like me?" she blurted out. This was a question she needed clarity on, or she'd never sleep soundly again.

Hull raised an eyebrow, "What do you think?"

The dreaded counter-question. It made Susanna feel even more unsure of

herself. Clutching the cushion, she murmured, "I don't know."

Hull explained casually, "To make sure Mr. Quinn didn't take you away. Otherwise, where else would you cause trouble?"

"I'm not a troublemaker," Susanna insisted quietly, feeling wronged.

Hull smirked, "Whether you are or not, we'll find out."

That same phrase again. It scared her, but she couldn't help but shoot Hull a resentful glance. "Then hurry up with your investigation. I can't imagine you're comfortable having a suspect like me around."

Hull looked at her, surprised by her boldness. Despite her fear, she managed to speak her mind.

He said nothing, standing up and heading toward the door. Susanna instinctively moved aside, pressing her back against the wall.

As he passed her, Hull glanced at her cushion. "Do you really think that cushion could protect you if I had any intentions?"

Susanna's eyes widened in fear, looking up at Hull, who seemed amused by her reaction. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stammered, "What do you intend to do?"

She couldn't imagine he'd do anything to her, despite her fears. Stella had assured her he wasn't interested in someone like her, preferring tall, model-like women.noveldrama

Hull didn't answer. Instead, he reached for the cushion she'd been holding so tightly. Startled, Susanna clung to it even more. But with a gentle tug, Hull pulled the cushion away, causing her to stumble forward against him.

His distinct scent, mingled with his commanding presence, enveloped her. Susanna's mind went blank, her body reacting instinctively as she tried to push away from him. But in her flustered state, her knees went weak...