Greta listened intently while Morwenna spoke with equal seriousness.

"My dear, you fancy Stuart, but don't you find it a bit exhausting?" Greta couldn't help but ask.

She was such a proud person. Even if she felt that Stuart was a good match for her, being with him felt stifling. Over time, it led to a sort of mental fatigue.

Morwenna shook her head, "Not really. I know I'm not in his league, but he's okay with me liking him, even agrees to share a bed, and lets me hold his hand."

Greta widened her eyes in surprise.

Was this Stuart she was talking about?

Anyone who didn't know better might think she was describing some kind of prince charming.

that aloof, always cold-hearted man, show such tolerance towards a

"Last time, I tried a sip of Norbert's whiskey, got a bit tipsy, and kissed him. He seemed a bit upset at first, bu

delicate

leaned in too

finished her story, she realized Greta was almost on top of her and jumped back, "You...

gracefully, "Ahem, sorry. I got carried

and weren't very close. From certain perspectives, they were even rivals in love, yet Greta seemed very warm

Morwenna's face, Greta didn't play it up, straightforwardly

bit, "Aren't you into Stuart? Why are you interested in me all of a

different things. There are plenty of great men out there, but a friend who clicks with you is worth their weight in gold. I find you more interesting

at the

too. Otherwise, she wouldn't have

Morwenna recounted how

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