Chapter 186
Fletcher quickly made his exit; another minute of witnessing the couple’s nauseating display 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 more later 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 calculative, 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 bought 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.
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 f runched up in distaste, and even before the handsome Stuart, she couldn’t help but protest, “Stuart, can I please drink it by
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Stuart glanced 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, “Oh come 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, completely taken aback.
Previously, when Morwenna had been drunk, she’d only pecked his cheek.
Though they had been married for a while, their relationship had lacked 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 accepted 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?