"Really, is it that serious? Then I''ll stop asking around."


    Morwenna''s curiosity grew stronger.


    What on earth had happened to Stuart that even Norbert wouldn''t tell her?


    There was no news about Stuart''s parents either. It seemed like everyone at Hetfield''s Homestead


    knew only that Stuart''s father had passed away, but beyond that, nothing.


    It all seemed shrouded in secrecy.


    Unable to get any answers, Morwenna reluctantly decided to drop the matter for now, nning to


    ask Stuart when he seemed in a better mood.


    She started cooking up various delicious dishes for Stuart, often delivering them to the Hetfield


    Group.


    She even redecorated her bubblegum-pink room, toning down the femininity to incorporate more of


    Stuart''s preferences.


    Morwenna texted Stuart daily, even though his replies were infrequent and brief.


    She never hesitated to express her affection.


    What it felt like to love someone, Morwenna couldn''t say.


    But just the sight of Stuart made her happy.


    Everyone in Rosefrost Hollow knew about Morwenna''s wild crush on Stuart.


    Of course, they hadn’t seen Mr. Hetfield reciprocate.


    To them, Morwenna was like a lovesick puppy, always orbiting around Mr. Hetfield.


    Everyone thought it was a losing battle for her, leveraging Norbert''s fondness just to linger around


    Mr. Hetfield.


    As if she, a meremoner, could aspire to the swan that was Stuart.


    That swan, however, seemed to be in a rather good moodtely.


    Morwenna felt it might be the right time.


    Given Stuart''s cheerful demeanor, it might be safe to ask him about his childhood.


    It wasn''t out of necessity, but curiosity was human nature. The more others withheld, the more she


    wanted to know.


    Understanding Stuart''s past might also help her understand him better.


    Once again, Morwenna headed to the Hetfield Group to deliver lunch.


    The twin receptionists greeted her with sweet smiles, "Morwenna, here again! Let me get the


    elevator for you."


    Blushing slightly, Morwenna replied, "Oh, there’s no need to fuss. I can manage on my own."


    But the receptionists insisted, "It''s our pleasure."


    Watching Morwenna enter the CEO’s private elevator, the sisters knew she was not just another


    fling.


    While Mr. Hetfield still appeared unapproachable, Morwenna had many privileges.


    She could use Mr. Hetfield’s private elevator, enter without announcement, and often, she would


    stay until the end of the day to leave with Mr. Hetfield.


    Everyone once thought Adide would be the future Mrs. Hetfield.


    Yet, Adide had to wait in the lounge during her visits and certainly couldn’t use the private


    elevator.


    The contrast made it clear who was special.


    The younger sister remarked enviously as they watched the elevator, "Morwenna is so lucky. Many


    high-society girls can’t get close to Mr. Hetfield, yet she can make it through Senior Mr. Hetfield''s


    sponsorship."


    The elder sister suddenly snapped, "Mind what you wish for. Mr. Hetfield is not whom you can


    admire. If you keep talking like this, you might as well pack and head back home!"


    "But I was just joking."


    "There''s nothing funny about this!"


    "I know, but I’m no less than Morwenna."


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