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

finding it empty wasn't

wasn't there. Stuart

his usual evening routine and

Windcharm Villas, Stuart had almost

lulled by the lingering scent of Morwenna, he drifted off

black as

the little

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

a place resembling a sewer, a gaunt little boy

on the

but they

boy looked up at the sun, which seemed just as bleak

wished all those

darker as he

taking a while to realize he wasn't locked in a sewer. He was just resting, but without Morwenna who

of irritation almost made him throw

Morwenna had gone to deliver lunch to the

Morwenna, saw the caller ID and

a go-between

the call

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