Chapter 227
Morwenna had just opened her mouth to say something when the chatter around her silenced any attempt at conversation.
Seeing Morwenna’s struggle to speak, Stuart, who had been patiently waiting for her to talk, suddenly stood up and made his way over to the group, doling out a swift kick to each of the men in the booth.
Fletcher, who had been lingering by the door and had stayed quiet, managed to avoid the ordeal.
Instantly, the group calmed down, and the room fell into silence.
Stuart, with a gentle gaze, tumed to Morwenna and asked, “What did you want to say?”
All eyes in the room shifted to Morwenna, causing her to squirm uncomfortably. She nudged Stuart, “Don’t just kneel there, get up.”
Knowing it was all a big misunderstanding and not Stuart’s fault, Morwenna wasn’t one to make a fuss over nothing.
Stuart stood up and took a seat next to her. He had long realized that Morwenna was more about kindness than confrontation, and believed in clearing up misunderstandings through conversation because, after all, that’s what words were for.
Morwenna was his girl, and for her, he’d put his pride aside.
Seeing Stuart finally sit down, everyone let out a sigh of relief. His sudden blow up had freaked them out, but thankfully, his anger disappeared as fast as it showed up.
Stuart glanced around the room, his voice cold but clear, “Ive got no interest in other women. If there’s a next time… well,” he let out a menacing chuckle that sent shivers down everyone’s spine, making it clear that a next time would have dire consequences.
Quickly, the men assured him there wouldn’t be.
“It was all a misunderstanding, they pleaded, “We were deceived by that woman. But don’t worry, we know who the lady of the house is
now.”
Though Stuart didn’t mention their marital status, they were calling her the lady of the house now, following Fletcher calling Stuart her man earlier.
Stuart, with a rare patience and gentleness in his voice, introduced the men to Morwenna, “Wenna, these guys are close friends of ours.” Fletcher couldn’t help but roll his eyes internally. Stuart had reserved the nickname Wenna‘ for himself, marking the evolution of their relationship through the pet names he had for her
Little brat, Morwenna, kiddo, Wenna, who knew what’d be next.
Seeing Stuart shooting a glance at him, Fletcher began, “Morwenna, the guy in the camo gear is Jack from the military, the flashy one is Matthew, an actor, believe it or not; the pretty boy is Brian, looks harmless but watch out; and the quiet one is Samuel, his family’s in real estate.”
After Fletcher’s introductions, they all greeted Morwenna with a respectful, “Nice to meet your
Despite her initial bad impression, Morwenna responded politely, “Nice to meet you all,” her sweetness disarming.
The change in the atmosphere was palpable. Stuart’s clear affection for Marwenna, her gentle demeanor, and the respect the men now showed her transformed the evening into a more subdued gathering.
As the night wore on, Morwenna yawned around 10 PM, signaling it was time to wrap up. Stuart stood up, his declaration clear, “Alright, that’s enough for tonight. Just wanted you to know, Morwenna is with me, and she’s not like anyone else.”
Matthew, ever the joker, couldn’t resist asking, “What about Adelaide?”
Stuart shot him a look, replying icily, “Adelaide did me a favor once. But Morwenna is mine. Got it?”
“Got it, loud and clear!” they chorused, their acknowledgment leaving no room for doubt about Morwenna’s place in Stuart’s life.