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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.

up on a two-month survival trek in the desert,

for good measure.

and Ronald were left

Stella was someone who loved sleeping in and had a hard time getting up for school. She would almost always arrive nearly

for three years, and now she's all of a sudden so diligent. Did the real

good now?

tell

make spaghetti for us

really spaghetti? It was more like it was going to kill us! One bite felt

full of questions. She didn't remember

now, I'm sure her cooking skills have improved a bit, but don't make me end up in the hospital again You

"Shut up."

take

also shocked,

you make me and

believe it. Was the spaghetti she made

didn't know how to

heard that her classmates would make a meal

had a

she