Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

In the room, Susanna clutched her blanket, looking as pitiful as a kitten caught in a rainstorm. "I'm really not hungry..." she murmured.

Hull stood outside, his voice firm as he declared, "Three minutes."

Susanna's eyes widened in alarm. Was leaving the room really unavoidable today? Or was it that breakfast simply had to be eaten, no excuses?

Faced with Hull's commanding tone, Susanna knew better than to argue. Reluctantly, she dragged herself out of bed.

Last night, in a bid for security, she had stacked several pieces of furniture against the door. Moving them in the dead of night hadn't seemed too difficult, but now, with an empty stomach, each piece felt like it weighed a ton.noveldrama

Outside, Hull listened to the sounds of furniture being shifted and couldn't help but smile with a knowing glint in his eyes.

Barnaby, observing Hull's transformation from stern to amused, was puzzled. Just a moment ago Hull had been all business, and now he was smiling. Was that a touch of warmth? It was hard to believe.

Just then, Enzo gave Barnaby a light thump on the back of the head.

"What are you gawking at? Let's move," Enzo said.

Barnaby protested, "What was that for?"

Enzo replied, "Stop staring. We've got things to do. Let's wait for him in the study."

Barnaby grumbled under his breath. Was it really necessary to get smacked for just glancing at his boss's face?

Enzo pulled him along to the study, where they didn't have to wait long before Silas joined them.

As soon as Silas entered, Barnaby nudged Enzo. "Hey, do you think our boss is still... you know, up to it?" Silas almost choked on his own breath.

Seriously? Talking about this here?

Barnaby's curiosity was unashamed, while Enzo remained unruffled, fixing Barnaby with a calm stare. Barnaby suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

How could he forget? Enzo never gossiped about their boss behind his back. But surely, even he had to be a little curious, right?

Feeling emboldened by this thought,

Barnaby feaned in closer to Enzo "Come on, you're always around him. Tell me, is it true that he can't perform in 'that' area?"

Silas winced internally. This was not going to end well!

Enzo's face turned a shade darker. He shot back, "How about you, can you perform?"

Barnaby blinked, taken aback. "Of course, I can. I'm totally normal."

Enzo's eyes bore into him. "I suspect you're about to become 'not okay"."

Barnaby blinked again, confused. "What kind of suspicion is that?"

For men, when it came to that area, either they could perform or they couldn't. How could there be suspicion about soon becoming unable to perform?

Enzo smirked slightly. "I reckon our boss might cripple you in that department."

Barnaby felt a shiver run through his chest. Clearly, Enzo wasn't one to entertain idle gossip about their boss But what was the harmin little speculation?

Then Barnaby quickly shifted his attention. "Silas, you know our boss is lacking in 'that' department, right?"

Silas, lighting a cigarette and settling into a corner of the sofa, wisely chose not to engage. Meanwhile, Enzo gave Barnaby a look that could stop a charging bull. "Have you tried?" Barnaby spluttered. "No, I haven't! How would I even—"

Exchanging a knowing glance, Enzo and Silas both decided to ignore

Barnaby. Engaging with him wol nee

like

feeding a stray cat-once you start, it's hard to stop.

Barnaby, left to stew in the silence, pouted. "I just thought maybe I could help our boss, you know?"

Silas and Enzo exchanged another glance before turning back to Barnaby. "You think you're the one to come up with solutions?" they asked incredulously.

Barnaby was left speechless.

...

Meanwhile, Susanna finally managed to move all the furniture blocking the door. When she opened it, Hull was already gone.