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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,"

Ronald asked,

"It's warm," Stella replied.

"Are you cold?"

But with the snow outside, eating like this just

"You and your

and Hull?"

Ronald replied. "As for

carrot, her mind turning to Finley

She was startled too.

with Ronald at a time like

Stella blinked.

Portis City? For

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

always say you should be

an eyebrow. "Skye's a girl?

Skye's tomboyish style. Truth be told, standing next to Yvonne,

to go easy. She might not look it, but she's still

few

Skye's sun-kissed complexion. "Isn't it a bit hard

a

at the

deep, not quite tropical but still