The office was terribly frosty. Ste kept her silence, her gaze fixed on Ronald''s back.


    When the two men locked eyes, the air between them could''ve frozen over, with Yorick''s stare at Ronald sharpening by the second.


    "Do you even know what kind of woman she''s? Can you handle her wild ways?"


    The phrase "wild ways" hung in the air.


    Under normal circumstances, Ste would''ve thrown a punch or two at Yorick for that, but now, she just stared at Ronald''s back. Such topics weren''t brought up in casual conversation. But now that it was out there, she needed an answer from Ronald too. "What wild ways are you talking about?" Ronald''s voice was icy.


    Yorick retorted, "She''s not just with you, man. There''s me, her fiancé. Does that bother you?"


    "And you? Are you bothered?"


    Yorick was silent.


    Of course, he was bothered! He wanted tosh out at Ste, wanted to tear apart the men around her.


    For some reason, these things, as Ste put it, none of his business, shouldn''t bother him either. But now, he almost wished he could cut Ronald into pieces.


    As Ronald saw Yorick silent, his gaze grew even colder, "Are you bothered?"


    Yorick couldn''t offer a reply.


    Ronald squinted his eyes, "There''s one in the hospital you care, and here you are, hung up on the past. Yorick, you''re really greedy."


    Yorick''s breathing tensed up. Clearly, he hadn''t expected Ronald to hit back with sarcasm.


    What did he mean? Was he implying he didn''t mind Ste''s other men?


    If he didn''t mind, that meant...he didn''t care?


    With that thought, Yorick couldn''t help but nce at Ste again.


    Just as Yorick was about to speak, Ste turned to Ronald, "How about you wait here for me, and we grab some hot wingster?" Ronald raised an eyebrow, "Did I say you could have that?"


    Ste went silent. It was clear as day; as long as this guy was around, hot wings were off the table for life.


    "So, you''ll wait here and then take me out for a bite? That had to be okay, right?"


    Ronald didn''t respond, just made his way to a nearby couch and sat down.


    Ste approached Yorick, whose face was stormier than ever.


    Seeing them so at ease with each other only darkened Yorick''s mood.


    "I''ll see you off. Shall we, Mr. Quarry?"


    Ste''s voice dripped with detachment, and Yorick gave her a chilly nce before his gaze returned to Ronald on the couch. Ste pouted, "What, you nning on bing a cripple?"


    At her words, Yorick''s face looked like a


    noticim wasing. But


    noticing the cold metal object at Ronald''s waist, his anger turned into a swift exit!


    In a ce like Portis City, the man was actually carrying a gun? What was Ronald''s real story?


    Anger and confusion swirled in Yorick''s mind as Ste escorted him out.


    Yorick looked at her, lips quivering


    with unasked questions. Inst as Cut ties with those r and to


    set


    I marry you."


    His voice was firm.


    Ste raised an eyebrow, "Marry me? And why''s that?"


    Honestly, Yorick''s current attitude was puzzling her.


    Yorick was already frustrated, his temper ring at her question, "Why so many questions? You''re already my fiancée. Marrying you is my duty."


    Duty? Ste couldn''t help but hiss under her breath.


    "Yorick, is your brain damaged?"