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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.

should eat too," Stella

you like eating this way?" Ronald asked, not quite fond of soupy

"It's warm," Stella replied.

"Are you cold?"

the snow outside, eating like this

chuckled. "You and

Hull?"

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

her mind turning to Finley and Skye. "You gave Finley

She was startled too.

stir in Mist Bay earlier. Who would dare to mess with Ronald at a time like this? "Scared? I only asked Idris to

Stella blinked.

Portis

"No, wait, that's not right. Are you planning to have Idris beat

you should be

an eyebrow. "Skye's a girl? News

standing next to Yvonne, Skye did seem like they

might not

a few bruises," Ronald

it a bit hard to bruise her, given her

a sun

up rays at the

not quite tropical but still enough to make bruises