Fletcher felt really bad for Morwenna.

She had painstakingly prepared a packed lunch and waited for hours, but never got the chance to deliver it.

After wolfing down the meal, which was filled with so much care and affection, Fletcher said contentedly, "Thanks, Wenna. This is seriously good."

Morwenna seemed a bit happier. At least someone appreciated her effort.

She didn't mention going back, so Fletcher just sat there with her.

They chatted intermittently. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

This time, Fletcher didn't call her Mrs. Hetfield.

Given the day's events, it just didn't feel right to say it.

Meanwhile, Stuart returned to Windcharm Villas.

The house was dark, which made him frown.

When Morwenna was around, she usually left a light on.

used to someone waiting

and finding it empty wasn't

and Morwenna wasn't there. Stuart

his usual

staying at Windcharm Villas, Stuart had

down, lulled by the lingering scent of

black as an abyss.

hungry." the

I'm not here to cater to your every whim. If you're hungry, catch a rat and eat. Vermin

a gaunt little

seemed on the

by above, but

up on the ground, the boy looked up at the

wished all those people would

grew darker

locked in a sewer. He was just resting,

surge of irritation almost made him

mentioned that Morwenna had gone to deliver lunch to the

caller ID and almost rolled his eyes. Definitely Stuart

him as a go-between instead of contacting each

Fletcher answered the call in a hushed

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