Fletcher quickly made his exit; another minute of witnessing the couple''s nauseating disy of


    affection, and he might have gone blind.


    Stuart noticed Morwenna zoning out a bit. He leaned over and reassured her, "Don''t be scared,


    kiddo. You''re going to see a lot moreter on in life, and I hope you''re never scared of me."


    Morwenna thought for a moment, then beamed a radiant smile. "I''m not scared of you. I like you."


    Even though she knew Stuart could be harsh and calctive, it seemed she wasn''t frightened at all.


    In her heart, the impression of Stuart as a good person was deeply etched.


    Hearing her say she liked him brought a slight uplift to the corners of his eyes, his face brightening


    with pleasure.


    Morwenna didn''t realize what it meant to witness Stuart''s wounds up close, to understand the


    stories behind them.


    It implied that Stuart wasn''t keeping her at a distance anymore. He was ready to let her into his


    world, ready to show her even the darkest parts, step by step.


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    Unaware of these implications, Morwenna simply felt that Stuart was being incredibly kind to her.


    Here was this handsome, well-built man she fancied, showing her such warmth and care. For his


    sake, Morwenna endured the bitterness and obediently swallowed down her herbal tea for three


    straight days.


    Half an hour after breakfast, Stuart approached again, cup in hand, cooing gently, "Stop


    daydreaming, the tea''s getting cold."


    Morwenna took a sip and grimaced at the bitterness.


    The tea was Fletcher''s prescription, meant to replenish her after losing too much blood.


    She didn’t mind taking herbal tea, but drinking it sip by sip made it unbearably bitter.


    Her face scrunched up in distaste, and even before the handsome Stuart, she couldn''t help but


    protest, "Stuart, can I please drink it by myself?"


    Stuart nced at Morwenna''s hands; both were injured, one dislocated and the other in a cast from


    a fracture. It was clear she wouldn''t be able to handle the cup herself anytime soon, so he firmly


    refused, "No, you can’t."


    Her expression turned even more sour, and in frustration, she blurted out, "Ohe on, Stuart, this


    is like torture! Do you even know how bitter this is? I can hardly stand one gulp, and you expect me


    to take it sip by sip? Try it yourself and see!"


    Stuart paused, eyeing the dark, uninviting liquid in the cup.


    He hadn''t expected Morwenna, fearless in so many ways, to dread the bitterness of the tea.


    Indeed, Morwenna detested bitterness, never taking such an herbal tea in her life.


    Feeling the bitter taste lingering in her mouth, Morwenna made a bold move and kissed Stuart,


    even giving his lips a slight lick.


    Stuart froze,pletely taken aback.


    Previously, when Morwenna had been drunk, she''d only pecked his cheek.


    Though they had been married for a while, their rtionship hadcked physical closeness.


    After the kiss, Morwenna pulled back, her face a mix of mischief and triumph, "Now you know how


    bitter it is."


    Before she could revel in her victory, Stuart grasped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.


    Earlier, Stuart had held back, feeling himself falling for her but resisting.


    Now, having epted Morwenna under his care, he wasn’t holding back any longer.


    Morwenna''s eyes widened in shock.


    Stuart was kissing her?


    Was this really happening?