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.

called Zoe for help while

with embarrassment. She felt foolish for not learning even

Morwenna waited for Zoe.

Stuart strode

her standing in the bathroom, Stuart walked straight toward

of insomnia. He 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

tough, but being wrongly accused was something she

protested, puffing up her face. "I just

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

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

her

was like a

Morwenna wasn't one to take

Stuart, attempting to

tall, and she

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

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