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.

bathroom, Morwenna called Zoe for help while she fumbled with

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

Morwenna waited for Zoe.

Stuart strode

the bathroom, Stuart walked straight toward

bathtub filled with cold water. His gaze turned icy. Sarcastically, Stuart sneered, "Oh, playing the

tough, but being wrongly

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

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

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

her

was like

one to take

to snatch the shower head from

was too tall,

hard, causing them to tumble into the bathtub, which was half-filled with cold

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