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

water and blushed with embarrassment. She felt

Morwenna waited for Zoe.

Stuart strode into

the bathroom, Stuart walked straight toward her

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.

being wrongly accused was something

puffing up her face. "I just don't know how

could finish, Stuart turned on the cold shower, drenching Morwenna from head to toe. Caught

cold showers, huh? I'll

into her clothes, uncomfortably

like

Morwenna wasn't one

to snatch the shower

Stuart was too tall, and she couldn't reach

to tumble into the bathtub, which was half-filled with

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