Morwenna suddenly felt homesick.

As a child, there were times when she didn't even have bread to eat. Once famished, she fainted, only to be found by villagers who occasionally brought her food, saying it was leftovers unwanted, to spare her pride.

Morwenna was always grateful and understood the kindness behind their actions.

She bowed to Mrs. White. "Thank you, Mrs. White."

With a smile, she carried the still-flapping fish home. Mrs. White was indeed a good soul.

Life was simple and satisfying.

Stuart's mood darkened by the day.

He had been ignoring Morwenna for several days.

He couldn't believe Morwenna had no hidden agendas.

He had thought she would seek him out when she came to Windcharm Villas.

the

went there to work at a fish

the time, Stuart was sitting in his office. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

July 8th, Ms. Winslet fell off a bike, got yelled at twenty times, and continued with bread. On July 9th, Ms. Winslet stared at a diner's fried eggs for three minutes and

believe

a picture of her

was she

work at a fish shop, enduring scolding

knew what Stuart was thinking, she'd want

too busy to remember his existence,

hearing the report, Stuart ordered indifferently, "Smash that fish shop. Teach them a

bowed.

stand for anyone messing with his stuff, not even

at the market,

the wholesale market

watching over their

black approached, and without a word,

their tails against

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