"It was no bargain," Morwenna muttered, forcing herself to gulp down the expensive craft beer she’d


    ordered.


    It seemed Greta found amusement in the way people, even when they didn''t like something,


    pretended to enjoy it just to show off their refined tastes.


    Soon enough, the waiter brought over their freshly squeezed orange juices. Morwenna took a sip


    and turned to Greta, "So, Ms. Irons, is there something you want to discuss with me?"


    Greta had been watching Morwenna intently and smiled at the question. "Please, just call me Greta.


    I was curious about you and Stuart."


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    Morwenna’s guard went up instantly, her tone direct and slightly defensive. "I like Stuart, but he


    doesn''t return the feelings. It’s as simple as that. If you’re interested in him, I won’t stand in your


    way. So, if there’s anything you want to know, you should probably ask him."


    Greta chuckled, seemingly more amused. "Actually, I think Stuart is quite fond of you. As for me,


    I''ve always been too proud to chase after men. I''m just genuinely curious."


    Morwenna was taken aback. She had heard rumors that Ms. Irons was interested in Stuart and was


    surprised by her casual dismissal.


    Greta, reading her expression, continued lightly, "I do find Stuart interesting, not because I''m deeply


    attracted to him, but because he''s one of the most impressive men I know. We''d be good together


    but I''m cool if things don''t pan out."


    If Adide had said this, Morwenna wouldn''t have believed a word. Buting from Greta, it


    sounded believable.


    Realizing Greta wasn’t there to stir trouble, Morwenna rxed and her voice softened. "You''re


    straight-up, Greta. What''s on your mind? I''ll fill you in."


    Hearing her name spoken so casually made Greta smile even more. Among their circle, despite


    encouraging informality, only the elders called each other by first names without hesitation. Greta


    appreciated Morwenna’sck of pretense.


    For Morwenna, names were meant to be used. She even called Stuart by his first name. What was


    the big deal?


    "Morwenna, I’m curious too about what I did to make a heartless guy like Stuart take an interest in


    you," Greta confessed openly.


    "Take an interest in me? It’s me who like him. He doesn’t have the mutual feeling."


    "You''re young and naive," Greta replied with a knowing smile. "I understand men like Stuart very


    well. He definitely treats you differently."


    "Really? I didn’t do anything special. In the beginning, he couldn''t stand me. I identally hit him in


    the face, ruined the orchids in his garden, and couldn’t even figure out how to properly run a bath.


    He tried to send me away several times..."


    "That sounds absolutely hrious! Morwenna, you''re quite the brave one!" Greta eximed,


    genuinely intrigued.


    Morwenna, typically honest and straightforward, wasn’t one to open up to just anyone. However,


    she could sense whether people had good or bad intentions towards her.


    With Greta, she felt a genuine kindness.


    So, Morwenna spoke honestly, taking the opportunity to understand her rtionship with Stuart


    better.


    Keira might not understand, but Greta seemed to get it right away.


    Greta listened intently, as if Morwenna were telling the most captivating story, eventually moving her


    seat next to Morwenna, leaning in close,pletely engrossed in the conversation.