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.

for help

at the tub full of cold water and blushed with embarrassment. She felt foolish for not learning even after calling Zoe, who

Morwenna waited for Zoe.

Stuart strode

seeing her standing in the bathroom, Stuart walked straight toward

after planting flowers the previous night, only to find a bathtub filled with cold water. His gaze turned icy. Sarcastically, Stuart sneered, "Oh, playing the sick and pitiful card in front of me by taking cold showers? You know how to

being wrongly

puffing up her face. "I just don't

turned on the cold shower, drenching Morwenna from head to

as ever, Stuart scoffed, "You like cold showers, huh? I'll

seeped into her clothes, uncomfortably hugging

like

one to take

lunged at Stuart, attempting to

was too tall, and she couldn't reach

to tumble into

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