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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.

a two-month survival trek in the desert, unable to shower- an experience she hoped never to

quickly added for good measure. "Is Stella really up

Stella and Ronald

a hard time getting up for school. She would almost always arrive nearly an hour later than the

and now she's all of a sudden so

good now?

Please don't tell

make spaghetti for

kitchen. Was that really spaghetti? It was more like it was going to kill us! One bite felt like losing half our

She didn't remember her cooking skill

I'm sure her cooking skills have improved a bit, but don't make me end up in the hospital again You remember the time you had food poisoning, right? I had to

"Shut up."

take

also shocked, staring

just saying, her cooking is dangerous! If you eat it, fine, but every time you make me and Mom eat too, that one time

She couldn't believe it. Was the spaghetti she

didn't know how to cook,

heard that her classmates would make a meal themselves when someone

had a birthday. So,

she