Bary awkwardly said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Hetfield, I’ve got it covered. As soon as I graduate, I’ll


    shape up. I’ve got some things to handle now, and since Stuart’s not home, I’ll head out.”


    With that, Bary practically bolted out the door.


    In the smallmunity of Rosefrost Hollow, people were generally fearless, but most of them were


    still intimidated by Norbert.


    Morwenna, carrying a bottle of liquor to the kitchen, had initially nned to pour out a drink.


    She thought to herself, why does Norbert enjoy this stuff so much? Is it really that good?


    Curiosity getting the better of her, Morwenna took a swig.


    It hit her like a freight train.


    She started coughing violently, her throat and stomach burning as if she had swallowed poison.


    Why on earth does Norbert like this? It was terrifying!


    Morwenna dumped the rest of the liquor down the sink, feeling a bit dizzy.


    By the time she left the kitchen, Norbert had already gone upstairs, probably to avoid a lecture from


    her. He had hurried off quite fast.


    Feeling woozy, Morwenna decided to water the garden nts to clear her head.


    The cool breeze seemed to make her dizzier.


    Realizing she needed to rest, Morwenna staggered upstairs.


    Once upstairs, she went into the bathroom for a shower, hoping it would sober her up.


    But the steam only made her dizzier...


    Everything was spinning, including her.


    Unaware that Norbert’s drink was a potent spirit, Morwenna, who rarely drank, felt the alcohol hit


    her hard after stepping out into the cold and then taking a hot bath, which sped up the circting of


    alcohol in her system, causing her to be thoroughly intoxicated.


    Her movements were shaky, and she had even misbuttoned her nightgown, revealing quite a bit of


    skin.


    That was when Stuart came home.


    He walked in just as she stumbled into his arms.


    Morwenna, teetering on her toes, peered up at Stuart for a while as if she was seeing double, then


    burst into giggles. “Oh, it’s you, Stuart! Why are there so many of you? One, two, three…”


    Stuart, with a stern expression, asked, “Have you been drinking?”


    Unable to stand properly, Morwenna leaned heavily against him. Her voice, already soft, turned


    even more mellow and sweet from the alcohol. “Drinking? Oh yes, I tried some of Norbert’s liquor.


    It’s awful! So awful! Stuart, you shouldn’t try it.”


    Fresh from her shower, Morwenna’s skin was still damp. Her nightgown, misbuttoned at the neck


    area, revealed quite a bit of her shapely body.


    And in her hasty preparations for bed, she hadn’t bothered with underwear.


    Stuart, typically cold and detached—even indifferent to a woman in his bed—suddenly felt a warmth


    stirring within him.


    Oblivious, Morwenna looked up at him with dewy eyes, fixated. She suddenly asked, “Stuart, may I


    kiss you?”


    Stuart’s eyes flickered.


    Hearing no objection, a bold, drunken Morwenna cupped Stuart’s face and tiptoed to nt a kiss on


    his cheek.


    The usually impassive Stuart clenched his teeth and muttered, “Morwenna!”


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    “Yes, I''m here!”


    Her words barely finished, Morwenna copsed into Stuart’s arms,pletely passed out.