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.

always cold-hearted man, show such tolerance towards a

flushed, "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 he forgave me

beet red, her delicate and adorable features

almost leaned in too close to

realized Greta was almost on

"Ahem,

had just met and weren't very close. From certain perspectives, they were even rivals in love, yet

on Morwenna's face, Greta didn't play it

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

of great men out there, but a friend

blushed at the

wouldn't have shared so

Greta's curiosity, Morwenna recounted how she

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