Chapter 208
Morwenna’s day job was pretty straightforward momings were for guiting fish, and once she’d made her deliveries on her trusty e–scooter by noon, she could call it a day.
That’s when she noticed Stuart standing silently beside the scooter
Remembering what happened earlier, Morwenna smartly asked, “Stuart, you don’t know how to ride this, do you?”
Stuart, with a grim fece, nodded.
Monvenna couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter.
When she first arrived at Windcharm Villas to take care of Stuart, she felt out of her depth, impressed by his knowledge and skills. But now, seeing that there were things even Stuart didn’t know, like different types of fish or how to ride a scooter, made her see him in a new light.
Hopping onto the scooter, Morwenna declared with quisto, “Hop on. I’ll give you a ride”
Stuart’s expression was a mix of emotions.
“Come on, what are you waiting for? Morwenna said, all smiles and ready to help.
With his long stndes, Stuart eventually settled behind Morwenna on the scooter.
“Just hold on to me, we’re about to hit the road,” Morwenna reminded.
Suddenly, Stuart wrapped one arm around Morwenna’s waist
To Morwenna, this was perfectly normal. It’s just how you secure yourself on a scooter to avoid tumbling backward due to inertia.
As they zoomed off, Stuart, with one arm around Morwenna and the other holding several bags of fish, experienced something entirely new. The fresh breeze hit his face directly, not filtered through car windows, seeming to wash away some of his inner turmoil.
“Which area should we head to first?” Morwenna asked as they rode
“Lets start with the Zone No.3.”
The residents of Windcharm Villas were in for a shock that day. Stuart Hetfield, the feared magnate of Rosefrost Hollow, was delivering fish to their doors!
While the market folk might not have recognized Stuart, the residents of Windcharm Villas knew him well. Had the world turned upside down?
Was this some kind of field trip for him?
Everyone who saw Stuart couldn’t believe their eyes. This couldn’t actually be Stuart Hetfield, could it? It must be someone who just looked a lot like him.
Orson, following at a distance in his car, couldn’t muster his usual easy smile. He was beginning to doubt if this was the real Mr. Hetfield. Where had the intimidating, unpredictable Mr. Hetfield gone?
After the fish were delivered. Morwenna took Stuart back to the market.
Stuart, with a newfound calm, told Mr. White, Tve done what you
asked of me.”
Mr. White looked at Stuart more kindly than earlier. “Then I’ll keep my word as well. The past is the past. Morwenna, if you want to keep working here, that’s fine by me.”
Stuart immediately interjected, “No, she wont be working here anymore.”
He was used to speaking in commands.
Morwenna quickly intervened, knowing Stuart’s bluntness could offend others. It was her third time doing so today
Anyone else would have faced Stuart’s wrath for such actions, but he seemed to find Morwenna’s interference normal.
Morwenna explained, “Mr. White, I’ve injured my hand and need some time to heal. Plus, I’ll be starting school soon, so I won’t be able
to continue working here. I’m really grateful for both you and Mrs. White’s kindness. Il be sure to visit
After bowing in thanks, Mr. White pulled her into a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “You’re a good kid. Don’t worry about the past, just focus on your studies.
Morwenna beamed a bright smile in response.
Stuart watched Morwenna, sensing a shift. He had apologized and been forgiven.
Maybe now, Morwenna wouldn’t keep her distance anymore.