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The man had a neat crop of short hair, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes seemed to speak volumes.

His rebellious and proud demeanor was a stark contrast to Ronald's stern nature, making him a memorable figure in Stella's mind.

She had only met him three times, and the fourth encounter was the devastating news of his death, that shattered Yvonne's heart.

Ronald said, "It might not be him."

Stella replied, "I hope for a miracle."

Her heart ached for Yvonne, for the deep emotions she had poured into that man.

Ronald fiddled with her slightly cold hands. "Are you cold?"

"I'm not cold," she insisted.

Without another word, Ronald fetched a fuzzy cardigan. Knowing Stella disliked heavy layers in winter, preferring her arms free, her wardrobe was full of various cozy cardigans.

Stella protested, "I'm really not cold."

"Just be good," Ronald said with a tender voice, and Stella reluctantly slipped it on.

...

As the snow piled up outside, Stella indulged in her favorite winter pastime: cooking a hearty meal. The pot on the table bubbled merrily. Even without the usual spicy kick, Stella found the meal thoroughly satisfying. Ronald busied himself with the cooking.

eat too," Stella

this way?" Ronald

"It's warm," Stella replied.

"Are you cold?"

the snow outside, eating

chuckled. "You

Finley and Hull?" Stella asked, noticing

find Skye," Ronald replied. "As for Hull, I have

turning to Finley and Skye. "You

She was startled too.

would dare to mess with Ronald at a time like this? "Scared? I only

Stella blinked.

her out of Portis City? For

planning to have Idris beat up Skye? I'm telling you, Skye's just a

you should be gentler with

an eyebrow. "Skye's

be told, standing next

tell Idris to go easy. She might not

most, a few bruises,"

it a bit hard to bruise her, given her skin

was a sun worshipper,

at

deep, not quite tropical but still enough to