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.

Morwenna called Zoe for help while

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

Morwenna waited for Zoe.

strode into

the bathroom, Stuart

had come to see why Morwenna seemed calmer after planting flowers the previous night, only to find a bathtub filled with cold water. His gaze turned icy. Sarcastically, Stuart sneered, "Oh, playing

but being wrongly accused was something

up her face. "I just don't know how to get the

from head to toe. Caught off-guard, she shielded her eyes and asked,

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

seeped into her clothes,

was like

wasn't one to

lunged at Stuart, attempting to snatch the shower head from

Stuart was too tall, and she couldn't reach

him hard, causing them to tumble into the

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