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"Ronald, I was really upset before," Stella confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of relief and vulnerability. Holding onto those feelings for years had been tough. Really tough.

But now, with just a few words from him, everything seemed to fall into place.

Ronald raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Oh? What were you upset about before?" Stella's eyes welled up, tears spilling over as she playfully pinched his side. "You're teasing me again."

Before, he had pretended to be oblivious to her feelings, and now he was doing it again.

"You knew all along, didn't you? Tell me, did you always know how I felt?"

He caught her mischievous hand, chuckling softly. "How old were you back then, huh?"

She froze, her cheeks flushing crimson. She had been just a young girl, lost in the whirlwind of confusing teenage emotions. Who could predict how long a girl's curiosity might last? Ronald cupped her face tenderly, brushing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You've only just grown up, and now you're questioning me about the past?"

She huffed, her protest half-hearted.

In their playful struggle, the pink box slipped from Ronald's grip and clattered to the floor.

Stella glanced at it. "You dropped it."

Ronald chuckled. "Do you want me to use it?"

Her face turned impossibly red, heat radiating off her cheeks. "I mean... Is that really something to ask so casually?"

incoherently, she snuggled into his chest,

his eyes landed on the

for a moment before he

Ronald's

see Idris's retreating figure. "See? No need

of

his

in, Stella pushed him playfully. "But that is

be

"What?" Stella asked, puzzled.

wrong," he grinned

turned

of red,

tried to bury herself covers,

let her

his voice a soft whisper. "Does

Stella admitted, grateful for the medication Finley had

Ronald laughed softly.

"But it's still a

not want to?"

groaned, "You sound just