Stuart stood by, observing quietly.

With his eyes habitually narrowed, no one could tell what was going through his mind.

The fever reducer worked quickly. Morwenna broke out in a sweat, and her fever began to subside. In her groggy state, she felt like see was seeing Stuart.

When Morwenna regained consciousness, it was already 1 PM the next day. She had slept right through the morning, waking because she was hungry.

Morwenna was tough. Even a high fever that knocked her out didn't keep her down long. After taking the medicine and sleeping off the fever, she was up as if nothing had happened.

She rolled out of bed, dashed to the yard to check on her orchids, and seeing they were all fine, she hurried back inside. Her stomach was growling. The meal from yesterday, a simple spread of three dishes and a soup, had disappeared, presumably cleaned up by someone, which she found a bit regrettable.

She decided to make herself some spaghetti, reluctantly skipping the egg.

She had to economize for Stuart and compensate for the orchids, so she watched every penny.

As Morwenna was cooking the spaghetti, Norbert called.

Norbert asked with concern, "Hey, Wenna, how have you been these days? Has Stuart been treating you well? Anything bothering you, you must tell me, okay?"

the rare show of concern, as an orphan, she wasn't used to it. Morwenna felt a

back to the blurry vision of the previous night,

little kindness went a long way. So she answered earnestly, "I'm doing well. Stuart hasn't been mean.

that, Norbert laughed heartily. "That's great, girl. Thanks for looking after

It was rare for anyone to call

reassured Norbert to keep the secret of his grandson's marriage, determined not to let family drama disturb the

see Stuart standing at the bottom of the staircase, watching her. She got a bit of shock, almost dropping her phone into the spaghetti. "Stuart, you... you didn't go

bruise still on Stuart's face,

been two days since she moved into Windcharm Villas. On her first day, she hit Stuart. On the

Morwenna's eyes, she was supposed to

he was in the wrong. Her biggest gripe with Stuart was probably just the waste

Stuart remained silent.

at her spaghetti and then

cooking spaghetti.

had despised yesterday's meal as

Stuart walked to the dining

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