Stuart groggily observed the woman straddling his waist, one hand clutching his shirt at the chest, the other balled into a fist.

He felt a headache.

He just woke up, and his voice was as hoarse as a bass drum. "Drop it."

Recognising Stuart was totally awake and his hold on her neck was lessening, Morwenna's face ballooned up in indignation, looking like a miffed squirrel, she retorted "What about you let go of my neck first, huh?!" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Stuart released his hold, noticing the purplish bruises on Morwenna's neck. His gaze flickered momentarily.

He muttered, "Who let you in?"

Morwenna suddenly felt guilty. "I saw you weren't up at this hour and thought you might have passed out. Just came to check."

With those words, her guilt intensified.

Before she entered, Stuart had been sleeping soundly, undisturbed.

After her entrance, Stuart's handsome face bore a bruise, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

Morwenna was about to say something to mend the situation.

Feeling her unusually high body temperature through his clothes as she sat on his waist, Stuart finally scowled, "How long do you plan on sitting there?"

debated what it would take to stir

that discussion, she might suggest,

on him, Morwenna quickly rolled

didn't exactly feel like she was in the wrong, but there was this nagging

room, climbed onto his

out of defense when

instigated it by going for her neck first, and her response was

inside, Morwenna felt she was somewhat in the

apologized. "Stuart, I'm sorry for

that, Morwenna quickly fled

the stairs,

the second day of their marriage. She worried about whether

at the blood

deep gaze rippled like a lake disturbed by

demanded solitude while resting, a rule well understood by the folks at the Hetfield's Homestead. Nobody dared intrude into his room. And at Windcharm Villas, it was even more

since coming into

hurt

he knew the

the girl didn't fear him. Instead,

the

Stuart's thoughts, Morwenna reheated breakfast downstairs

to act as if nothing had happened, she greeted him with a sincere smile,

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