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Her small hand clung nervously to Ronald's shirt collar, her grip tightening with each passing second. Ronald glanced down at her, noticing the anxiety in her eyes, and an amused smirk tugged at his lips.

With a swift motion, he grabbed her hand and tucked it inside his shirt.

Stella felt the firmness beneath her fingers and instinctively tried to pull away, but Ronald held her hand playfully captive. "Let me go!" she exclaimed, flustered.

Just then, Yvonne's voice crackled through the phone. "Hey, Ronald, what are you guys up to?"

Stella's mind went blank. She'd completely forgotten that Ronald was on a call with Yvonne.

How embarrassing!

Ronald, still teasing Stella, responded coolly into the phone, "Curious, are you?"

Yvonne fell silent, confused.

Stella, too, fell silent.

Was he playing with her?

Yvonne hesitated, then said, "Uh... not really?"

She knew better than to pry into Ronald's business. As his sister, she was well aware of his intimidating ways.

two-month survival trek in the desert, unable to

all," she quickly added for good measure. "Is Stella

and Ronald were

a hard time getting up for school. She would almost always arrive nearly an hour later than the time the school required. It was Ronald who

now she's all of a sudden so diligent. Did the

good now?

don't tell

spaghetti

was more like it was going

full of questions. She didn't remember

don't make me end up in the

"Shut up."

take

also shocked, staring at

If you eat it, fine, but every time you make me and Mom eat too, that one

She couldn't believe it. Was the spaghetti she made

know how to

when she was 14, she'd occasionally heard that her classmates would make a

had a birthday. So,

she