Stuart yanked the curtains shut, cutting off his view. The woman was crafty enough to trick Norbert and now her weeping? Just a performance.

Unaware of the observer above, Morwenna wept quietly before drying her eyes and steeling herself. The damage was done, and crying wouldn't fix anything. She had to do her best to mend the situation. The flowers she had uprooted in the afternoon lay beside her, waiting for their replantation. Under the moonlight, Morwenna moved with a resilience that belied her delicate frame, bustling about the garden.

It was 3 A.M.

Stuart suddenly awoke, his eyes filled with a restless irritation vastly different from his daytime indolence, feeling like he was still trapped in a nightmare.

It was too quiet.

The silence was oppressive, like being in a pitch-black sewer, a monster lurking in the shadows.

Then, he heard a faint, delicate sound.

The sound shattered the oppressive darkness binding him.

and walked to the window, pulling aside the curtain. Below, he saw the source of the noise. Morwenna was

and compensate for the losses later. Her head spun, probably from the cold shower she had the previous day, which might have

the essence with the orchids. The longer they were out of the earth, the

her illness was a minor inconvenience, which she could remedy with medicine. Upstairs, Stuart

across the sky, finishing

can fell from her

Windcharm Villas, she had been nonstop, hardly resting, catching a cold from the cold bath, laboring

floor and went

face, Stuart reluctantly picked her up and carried her back

man but didn't want to face Norbert's questions if something happened to her

commanded coldly, "Get up

unresponsive in her

up and forced

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