Chapter 209
After the apology, Morwenna felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she suddenly found Stuart a whole lot more bearable.
Stuart catching the shift in Morwenna’s demeanor, eased up as well.
Only Orson, who was driving, couldn’t shake off the tension. Today had been a whirlwind for him; he’d witnessed Stuart apologize, seen him gut a fish, and even found out Stuart couldn’t ride an e–bike.
Was he going to be silenced for all he knew?
He missed his brother, his uncle, his dad….
Orson sneaked glances at Stual through the rearview mirror, his driving getting a bit shaky.
Stuart’s icy gaze caught him through the mirror, Frozen by that look, Orson’s expression stiffened.
“Stuart, are you heading back to the estate or off to the office this afternoon? Morwenna’s voice was sweet and clear, a comforting tone that eased the mood.
I’m off to the office. Stuart replied, pulling his gaze away.
Orson quickly focused on the road, determined to drive properly.
Mr. Hetfield was intimidating!
He decided then and there, if Morwenna wasn’t around, he’d do well to steer clear of Mr. Hetfield
Orson, in his simplicity, had grasped an essential truth–around Morwenna, all was well.
Monwenna, oblivious to the silent exchange between Stuart and Orson, continued, “What do you feel like for lunch? It’s my Since her first shock at the prices at Rosefrost Hollow, spending over sixty bucks on breakfast for Stuart, Morwenna hadn’t dined out. Even when hungry, she’d only buy a couple of bagels to tide her over, her frugality bordering on stinginess.
Treat
let
She had planned on heading back to the estate for lunch if Stuart was going there. But with Stuart heading to the office, she couldn’t him work on an empty stomach.
Morwenna was always generous when it came to Stuart and Norbert
Without hesitation, Stuart agreed, “Sure, anything’s fine by me.”
He had plenty of options at the office, but none included Morwenna
Wondering about Stuart’s pickiness, Morwenna tentatively asked, “How about lobster rolls? There’s a great place just at the next comer,
I used to smell it every day passing by, smelled amazing”
Despite countless whiffs, Morwenna had never indulged.
“Sure,” Stuart replied, concise as ever.
“Orson, let’s park by the food court up ahead,” Morwenna instructed.
The food court was bustling, no place for a car
Once parked, Morwenna and Stuart got off the car, Stuart immediately
y are you holding my hand?” Morwenna asked, puzzled.
“Why are
“Its crowded, easy to get separated”
*Just follow me, we won’t get separated.”
“Im your boyfriend now, is holding hands a problem?”
At Stuart’s words, Morwenna’s cheeks turned the shade of ripe peaches.
took hold of Morwenna’s uninjured right hand.
+ felt surreal
Back at the market, when Stuart had declared himself her boyfriend, it had felt
It seemed too good to be true, and she hadn’t pressed the matter, feeling it was almost too fantastical
But now, Stuart brought it up again
“No… no problem” Morwenna replied, her voice barely a whisper.
Looking at Morwenna’s adorable blush, Stuart wanted nothing more than to hide her away from the world.
Settling down at the spot that had always smelled the best to her, Morwenna called out, “Hey, can we get two lobster rolls, a large fries and a side of coleslaw?”