The air was silent in the kitchen as neither Morwenna nor Stuart wanted to talk. They were playing a part, after all.

Stuart leaned against the doorway, observing Morwenna as she cooked.

Morwenna was making some classic, home-style dishes.

She kicked things off by scrubbing the beef clean, getting it ready for a hearty beef stew. After that, she swiftly diced up some onions.

With precise skill, she then seasoned the fish nicely, gave it a solid ten-minute marinate before frying it.

Her thoroughness was evident in how she washed the vegetables three times over.

Her chopping was quick and precise. She cooked with a seriousness born from past hardships, a profound respect for food that made her momentarily forget about the man watching her from the doorway. Watching her busy form, Stuart felt an absurd pang of guilt for his past behavior.

Was this girl really that good at pretending?

When Morwenna finished cooking and was about to serve the dishes, she nearly bumped into Stuart.

his role so seriously, standing

at Stuart as she proceeded to bring the

made a beef stew, fried fish, green beans,

some simple dishes. Please, have a

anything my home chef ever whipped

table stiffened slightly at the mention

tensed up, fearing

air around

gaze deep,

Stuart's cooperation, Morwenna breathed a sigh

contentedly, satisfied

just days ago, yet he was

grandfather's sake or their relationship was improving, it was a

dinner, Norbert mentioned he wanted

readily agreed to join

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