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.

so seriously, standing there watching her cook for

as she proceeded to bring

made a beef stew, fried fish, green beans, and roasted potatoes, all

said softly, "Norbert, I've made some simple dishes. Please, have a

a bite and nodded in satisfaction, "Wow, impressive, far surpasses anything my home chef ever whipped up! Stuart, you're lucky to have

the dining table stiffened slightly at the

fearing Stuart might slip

the air around the dining table

gaze deep, and agreed, "Yeah, of

by Stuart's cooperation, Morwenna breathed a sigh of

smiled contentedly, satisfied

eager to end their arrangement just days

or their relationship was improving, it was

mentioned he wanted

readily agreed

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