Chapter 231
Morwenna didn’t catch the look Norbert was giving her
After shutting the large safe, Norbert proceeded to open the smaller one.
The smaller safe seemed almost empty, housing just a few documents.
Without taking anything out, Norbert began, “Inside here, we’ve got your marriage certificate with Stuart, along with the deed to the Windcharm Villas and Hetfield’s Homestead properties, among a few other things. Since you insist on not wanting anything, I’d like you to have these.”
This time, before Morwenna could refuse, Norbert earnestly said, “Wenna, you can’t refuse these. The Windcharm Villas is Stuart’s favorite retreat. It might become your cozy nest in the future. You must keep it. And Hetfield’s Homestead, well, I’m giving it to you out of a personal wish. You’ve seen the state of the Hetfield clan; not a single one of them truly values the family legacy. If I were to leave the homestead to any of them, they’d sell it off the moment I’m gone. I want to leave something behind.”
Hearing the word ‘gone‘ made Morwenna anxious, and she quickly responded, “Norbert, you promised you’d take good care of yourself. You’re going to live a long, healthy life.”
Norbert gave a carefree laugh, “Even if I live to a hundred, that’s only twenty more years to go. I’m not saying something will happen now, just got to thinking and wanted you to have it. You don’t need to take it now, but at least keep the key to this small safe, for my peace of mind.”
With Norbert insisting, Morwenna finally accepted the key.
She thought the valuable items were in the larger safe, so holding onto this smaller safe’s key shouldn’t be an issue.
Seeing Morwenna securely pocketing the key, Norbert smiled, “Alright, off to bed with you. You have school in the morning.”
Morwenna obediently returned to her room.
Once there, she found Stuart with a stormy expression, lying on the bed.
As she approached him, Stuart remained unresponsive.
After Morwenna finished her nighttime routine and lay down, Stuart still wasn’t speaking to her.
This time, Stuart wasn’t lashing out with his typical biting remarks or storming off with a scowl. His silent treatment was his way of showing Morwenna he was upset.
After brushing her teeth, Morwenna’s voice was sweet, almost as if flavored with peach toothpaste, “Stuart, please don’t be mad,” Stuart remained cold, “Why would I be mad? It’s not like I can’t even take you to school.”
Morwenna tugged at Stuart’s sleeve.
He didn’t budge.
She tugged again, her voice soft and pleading, “Sir.”
Her speech was nasal, almost whiny, as if she was coaxing him.
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Stuart couldn’t keep up his ignoring act.
Morwenna,
looking down, added, “Sir, there are so many people trying to get close to you. I don’t want my classmates bothering me because of you.”
Stuart thought it over. Morwenna being away at school and out of his sight could mean trouble from unpredictable quarters, even beyond his control.
And his presence might indeed draw envy, leading to hurtful gossip about Morwenna, suggesting she was only with him for his wealth. This was the first time Stuart considered things from someone else’s perspective.
He sighed internally, relenting, “Fine, I won’t take you. And I’m not mad. Let’s get some sleep.”
Morwenna found Stuart to be unusually agreeable and rational.
She broke into a grateful smile, leaning in to peck him on the cheek, cheerfully saying, “Thank you, Sir!”
A smile involuntarily crept across Stuart’s face.
This was the first time Morwenna had/initiated a kiss while fully awake.
If Fletcher and his friends were here, they’d surely make fun of him for grinning like an idiot.