"We need to fly to Cyris Isle immediately."

"Right now?"

Ronald nodded. "Yeah, right now. I've already arranged for some summer clothes to be sent over for you."

Cyris Isle was in the middle of a scorching summer, and Stella's outfit from the plane was totally unsuitable.

"But I'm starving," Stella said, looking at Ronald with hopeful eyes.

Could they maybe eat something before heading out? She hadn't eaten in two days and nights, and running around in Patrina had completely drained her energy.

Not to mention the long haul with him on the plane.

Thinking about it made Stella give Ronald a resentful look.

"I'm tired, hungry, and sore."

Ronald's eyes softened as he gently tousled her hair. "Food will be here soon."

Stella perked up. "Okay, as long as I get to eat."

As Ronald helped remove her scarf, his gaze fell on the faint marks underneath.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

The question caught Stella off guard. Her face went beet red, and her mind blanked for a moment.

This time, Ronald was especially patient. Although it was hard for him to control himself, he didn't want to hurt her. Instead, he made Stella experience an unprecedented sense of bliss.

without any injuries, it still hurt

managed a small nod. "Just a

and pinched her cheek gently.

that, he stepped

glaring at her rosy cheeks in the mirror.

she muttered

usually stern and composed Mr. Quinn had such a teasing, carefree side? He could bring up something

...

to Finley, reminding him to pick up some ointment on

line before launching into a rant, "You know, you've treated her like a precious gem all her life, and now you're letting her get hurt repeatedly." Ronald cut him off, "Just get the stuff, will you?" then hung up without another

pretending not to hear a thing. This was definitely not something he

dial tone and grumbled, "He's acting like I'm the one who

of yours will get you in trouble

I'm not supposed

who causes harm gets off scot-free, while

a pharmacy about two hundred meters

keep that kind of ointment on hand

Ronald's... before

most people wouldn't be able to handle it, especially someone as

...

ready to leave, when Susanna's call came through. She

"What?"

her, just say the word, and I'll kick her out."

as the grand Mrs. Larkin, and this is

and ended the

or maybe to blame her for the Larkin

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