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Breakfast at the table.

Idris entered, followed by the butler.

Stella sat with her head down, eating her breakfast. She was still grappling with the sudden shift in her relationship with Ronald.

But Ronald? Well, he'd made sure everyone knew about it.

The only sounds in the dining room was the clinking of cutlery against plates. The silence was so intense that Stella could almost hear her own heartbeat. Not long after, Finley showed up.

The moment she caught sight of him, Stella ducked her head even lower.

Finley plopped down next to her with a grin, "Well, look at that! Star's all quiet and proper for breakfast. What a rare sight!"

His tone was unmistakably teasing.

"What's with the scarf at breakfast? The heating's on full blast. C'mon, let me take that off for you."

Stella flinched and slapped his hand away.

Was he really that clueless, or was his emotional IQ just that low? She cursed him silently. Seriously, could he not avoid the one thing she didn't want to talk about? Finley chuckled, glancing between Stella and Ronald. "You too, mate. Be gentle with Star, will ya?"

Stella's mind imploded. Her already stiff body seemed to sink further into her seat as if she could disappear into her cereal bowl.

Just as Finley finished his sentence, Ronald's foot found its mark under the table.

Finley winced.

""What the..."

icy gaze cut

came to eat,

his shin where he'd been kicked and

"The food this morning isn't

eyed the feast on the table. "Says who? I love

glared. "No,

Finley blinked, baffled.

say

Stella and Ronald

I can't crack a

cut short by

had her wrapped in cotton wool, and no one was allowed to touch

was still shrinking into herself. How

glare deepened as he addressed Finley. "Are you leaving or

really kicking me out? Come on, man,

Normally, Finley wouldn't have

trouble finding breakfast elsewhere,

night's snowstorm had

a frozen mess.

than

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