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 while she fumbled with the

embarrassment. She felt foolish for not learning even after calling Zoe, who

Morwenna waited for Zoe.

strode into her

in the bathroom,

only to find a bathtub filled with cold water. His gaze turned icy. Sarcastically, Stuart sneered, "Oh, playing the sick and pitiful card

but being wrongly accused was something she couldn't

got me wrong!" she protested, puffing up her face.

Stuart turned on the cold shower, drenching Morwenna from head to toe. Caught off-guard, she shielded

Stuart scoffed, "You like cold showers,

seeped into her clothes, uncomfortably

like a

one to

attempting to snatch

Stuart was too tall, and she couldn't

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

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