Fletcher's gaze sharpened a touch more than usual.
It was surprising that Stuart was upset over how he addressed Morwenna.
After all, regardless of the affectionate names they would use for Adelaide, Stuart never seemed to care.
Testing the waters, Fletcher asked, âStuart, have you fallen for Morwenna?â
Stuart scoffed, âDo you think thatâs possible? The day I give my life away to someoneâthatâs the day I might fall in love. But thatâs never going to happen.â
Fletcher knew it too.
For Stuart to believe in love, he would need to trust someone with his life.
Was that possible? Absolutely not!
Thinking of Morwennaâs sincere and naive demeanor, and recalling how he once taught Stuart the tricks to win a womanâs heart, Fletcher felt like slapping himself.
Even if Morwenna was the only thing calming his storms, there should have been a kinder approach.
She shouldnât have been dragged into this abyss.
In the midst of their conversation, Stuart took off his shirt, revealing the scars and fresh wounds on his back.
Fletcher, looking at the mangled skin, remarked, âThe wounds are inflamed, even festering. All the healing from last week was for nothing, Stuart.
Youâll keep getting fevers till the inflammation subsides.â
Stuart was indifferent, âItâs not like itâll kill me. No big deal.â
Fletcher cleaned and disinfected Stuartâs wounds again, doing a far neater job than Morwenna did.
Once done, Fletcher called out, âMorwenna, you can come in now.â
No response came from the door, nor did anyone enter.
Confused, Fletcher walked over and opened the door, only to find Morwenna was gone.
He turned to Stuart, âShe seems to have left.â
Stuartâs expression darkened.
Fletcher hadnât expected Morwenna to just walk away. Somewhat uneasy, he suggested, âMaybe you should give her a call.â
Stuartâs mood grew even more somber. âI donât have her number.â
Ever since Morwenna had asked him for his phone number and he mocked her, she never asked again, and he was too proud to ask for hers.
Fletcher, realizing why Stuart looked so icy the last time Morwenna called him, remarked, âYouâve been married this long and donât have each otherâs numbers? Thatâs just so Stuart...â
Taking out his phone, Fletcher said, âIâll call her and see where she is.â
At that moment, Fletcher thought Stuart might want to kill him...
It wasnât about showing off; he genuinely needed Morwennaâs help with something else.
The room felt colder than ever.
Just then, a melodic voice called from the door, âWhat are you guys up to? Are Stuartâs wounds taken care of? I got us some dinner; itâs late, you must be starving.â
The frosty atmosphere warmed instantly.
Turns out Morwenna hadnât left; she had just gone to get dinner.
Setting down the food, Morwenna approached Stuart.
She instinctively reached out to touch his forehead, but hesitated and withdrew her hand, asking, âHas your fever gone down?â
Stuartâs eyes dimmed slightly, âNot yet.â
Morwennaâs concerned eyes quickly turned to Fletcher.
Fletcher hurriedly explained, âMorwenna, itâs just an infection from the wound, nothing serious. Iâve just dressed it again. Heâll keep getting fevers until the inflammation subsides, but itâs nothing to worry about. Pills might not do much; I suggest an IV.â
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