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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 shower- an experience

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

Stella and Ronald were left

and had 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 always indulged her. Ronald narrowed his eyes.

been gone for three years, and now she's all of a sudden so diligent. Did the real world knock some sense

she good now?

tell

spaghetti for us

more like

didn't remember her

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

"Shut up."

couldn't take it

also shocked,

me and Mom eat too, that one time nearly killed me. I

Was the spaghetti she made for

how

14, she'd occasionally heard that her classmates

had a

she