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.

Zoe for help while she fumbled with

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

Morwenna waited for Zoe.

strode

bathroom, Stuart walked straight toward her without

came with the irritability 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

being wrongly

me wrong!" she protested, puffing up her face. "I just don't know how to get the hot

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

like cold

into her clothes, uncomfortably hugging her under-the-weather

was like a cruel

wasn't one

lunged at Stuart, attempting to snatch the shower head from

was too tall, and

them to tumble into the bathtub,

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