<b>Chapter </b><b>271</b>
<b>No </b>matter how grim Stuart’s expression was, the y had to go on,
It all started at a movie premiere. A wealthy young man, from the moment heid eyes on the actress on stage, was utterly smitten. <b>His </b>open–hearted pursuit, against her cool indifference, lit up the audience with intrigue and admiration.Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
Murmurs spread through the crowd.
“<b>I </b>swear, I’m gonna cry. The <b>guy’s </b>totally lovesick.”
“And she’s just ice, isn’t she? Turning down <b>a </b>catch like him.”
“If I were as gorgeous as she <b>is</b>, <b>I’d </b>y hard to get too.”
Stuart’s brooding mood lifted slightly at the scene unfolding on stage.
But <b>soon</b><b>, </b>the atmosphere shifted<b>, </b>the background darkening.
The <b>old</b><b>–</b>money rules forbade the young heir from falling for an actress.
Family objections, society’s gossip. Despite the negativity, the young man remained positive.
“War crept into the city, chaos ensued after an aerial raid during one of her performances.
A terrified cabby bolted, leaving chaos in his wake, screams filled the air.
Her cool beauty<b>, </b>standing out against the backdrop of the war–torn debris, was a sharp contrast.
In the midst of panic, he rushed to her side, pulling her to safety.
Amidst the dust and disarray, her heart began to thaw.
<b>On </b>stage<b>, </b>they ran hand in hand. Morwenna, seeing Matthew’s figure, <b>felt </b>her icy gaze warm.
She saw in him Stuart, always there to rescue her from danger.
Yet, in the audience, Stuart snapped his pen, its tip piercing his palm, <b>ink </b>staining his fingers <b>in </b>a strangely beautiful way.
It reminded him of the car ident he’d engineered, not out of malice, but a misguided attempt to win Morwenna’s affection with a
hero’s rescue.
As he furiously cleaned the ink, his eyes darkened with resentment.
All he got from Morwenna, their rtionship, it was all based on a lie… <b>A </b>lie that mighte crashing down any day.
The principal nearby jumped at Stuart’s sudden movement<b>, </b>nervously suggesting, “Mr. <b>Hetfield</b>, <b>if</b>… if you’re not enjoying the y, we could switch to another performance.”
Stuart gave the stage a long, cold look before replying, “It’s fine. No change needed.”
The principal wanted to say more but chose silence over confrontation.
Despite Stuart’s youthful appearance, the weight <b>of </b>his presence was undeniable.
Was there something wrong with the y that had previously been putting Mr. Hetfield to sleep, now rendering him <b>so </b>formidable<b>?</b>
On stage, the <b>story </b>of love in times of war unfolded<b>, </b>its intensity unmatched.
As the city fell to conflict, the couple faced the harsh realities of escape and survival.
The once impable young man now bore the marks of his journey, his white shirt stained with mud.
“We can’t stay here, I’ll get you out,” he promised.
“And what about you?<b>”</b>
“I… I’ll leave too. <b>Don’t </b>worry, we’ll both be fine.<b>”</b>
They nned their escape, boarding a crowded train filled with the <b>anxious </b>and hopeless.
But <b>in </b>the final <b>moment </b>before departure, they chose to <b>disembark</b>, <b>understanding </b>each other’s unspoken decision.
They shared augh<b>, </b><b>a </b>tight embrace, <b>no </b>words needed.
Caught in an awkward <b>moment</b><b>, </b>Morwenna <b>quickly </b><b>reminded </b>herself that <b>this </b>was just a y<b>, </b>and <b>backing </b><b>off </b>wasn’t <b>an </b><b>option</b><b>.</b>