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.

he was getting used to someone

house and finding it empty wasn't a pleasant

late, and Morwenna wasn't there. Stuart darkened

went about his usual evening routine and tried to

Windcharm Villas, Stuart had almost forgotten about his

the lingering scent of Morwenna, he

night was as black as

so hungry." the little

I'm not here to cater to your every whim. If

place resembling a sewer, a gaunt little boy was

on the brink

passed by above, but they

boy looked up at the sun, which seemed

wished

aura grew darker as

while to realize he wasn't locked in a sewer. He was just resting,

almost made him throw the

to deliver lunch to the Hetfield Group,

who was still hanging out with Morwenna, saw the caller ID and

a go-between instead of contacting

answered the call in a hushed

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