Indeed, Morwenna couldn't help but notice Stuart's frown deepening.

He towered over the scene before him, observing the floundering fish with the detached curiosity of a god scrutinizing ants.

The thought of Stuart, with his refined demeanor, engaging in the act of killing a fish was beyond Morwenna's imagination.

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In the next moment, Stuart surprised everyone by grabbing an apron and tying it around his waist.

The apron, previously adorned by Morwenna with its delicate lace, looked utterly ridiculous on Stuart, more akin to a child's dress-up than anything else.

Morwenna, who had been worried about a potential clash between Stuart and Mr. White, couldn't suppress a laugh at the sight.

Orson, who had been watching wide-eyed, couldn't contain himself and turned away, chuckling.

never expecting to witness

Stuart seemed unfazed, his tone indifferent as he asked,

the elite of Rosefrost Hollow, residents typically looked

finally came to and said, "Start by getting all the fish into the pond, make sure they have

forward, lifting the heavy bucket filled with

help, only to be stopped by Stuart. "Your hand

suppress his laughter, offered, "I'll help

out of this," Stuart responded, as he

his nose and stepping aside, wasn't really out of the willingness to help; it was Mr. Hetfield who didn't allow

sorry, no need to make it harder." But Mr. White was unyielding, "Why should

pondered, then fell

speak, but Stuart

him dressed in his suit, preparing to deal with the fish felt surreal to

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