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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,"

way?" Ronald asked,

"It's warm," Stella replied.

"Are you cold?"

snow outside,

"You and

and Hull?" Stella asked,

Skye," Ronald replied. "As for

carrot, her mind turning to Finley and

She was startled too.

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

Stella blinked.

out of Portis

mouth. "No, wait, that's not right. Are you planning to have Idris beat up Skye? I'm

always say you should be

eyebrow. "Skye's a girl? News

be told, standing next

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

a few bruises,"

it a bit hard

a sun

up rays at

tan was deep, not quite