Morwenna pedaled the old yellow bike, giving Fletcher a lift back to his place. It wasn't one of those modern electric bikes, just a classic push pedal. Despite that, Morwenna had the strength of an ox, and carrying Fletcher, who weighed over a hundred pounds, seemed effortless to her.

Riding by, she spotted an elderly gentleman selling baked sweet potatoes by the roadside.

"Dr. Vaughn, fancy a sweet potato?" Morwenna asked, pulling up beside the stand.

"No, thank you. I've eaten my fill already," Fletcher replied.

"Alright then, Dr. Vaughn, sit tight. I'll grab one for Stuart. He must be starving, working late as he does."

Truth be told, the Vaughn household wasn't lacking in good food; it was just that Stuart always popped into Morwenna's mind first.

Fletcher leaned on the bike while Morwenna dashed off to make her purchase. Watching her run, Fletcher's mind momentarily wandered before snapping back to reality. Morwenna was the woman Stuart adored, and she reciprocated those feelings.

oblivious to his turmoil, but

understanding their true intentions beneath layers of charm.

from a distance. Yet, after all this time, his heart still skipped a beat at

always prided himself on his intellect, found it hard

bike. "Sis, there's a cab over there.

Morwenna didn't insist. "Okay then, Dr. Vaughn. I'll head off first. Thank you for

"Goodbye."

got into the cab and

motives; it was just that, late at night, the thought of a young

arrived safely at Hetfield's Homestead before he finally directed the cab to

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