After finishing their spaghetti, Stuart hadn't left the house. He sat on the couch, eyes closed, appearing mentally drained.

Morwenna felt uncomfortably dirty when still covered in dirt and sweat from a fever.

Yet, she hesitated to take a cold shower.

It wasn't the illness she feared but the inconvenience it might cause others.

Tentatively, Morwenna approached Stuart and whispered, "Stuart, can you please... show me how to get the hot water running?"

Stuart wasn't asleep, but he reclined on the couch with his eyes shut, clearly not in the mood to interact.

Morwenna couldn't continue.

Usually bright and cheerful, she felt awkward and constrained, alone with a man for the first time in many years.

Ignored by Stuart, she quietly retreated to her room.

Zoe for help while

with embarrassment. She felt

Morwenna waited for Zoe.

strode into her

standing in the bathroom, Stuart walked straight

after planting flowers the previous night, only to find a bathtub filled with cold water. His gaze turned icy. Sarcastically, Stuart sneered, "Oh, playing

tough, but being wrongly accused was

her face. "I just

drenching Morwenna from head to toe. Caught off-guard, she shielded her eyes and asked, "Stuart, what are you

cold showers, huh? I'll

icy water seeped into her clothes,

like a

one to

at Stuart, attempting to snatch the shower head from

too tall, and she

and pushed him hard, causing them to tumble into the bathtub, which was half-filled

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