Fletcher's gaze sharpened a touch more than usual.
It was surprising that Stuart was upset over how he addressed Morwenna.
After all, regardless of the affectionate names they would use for Adelaide, Stuart never seemed to care.
Testing the waters, Fletcher asked, “Stuart, have you fallen for Morwenna?”
Stuart scoffed, “Do you think that’s possible? The day I give my life away to someone—that’s the day I might fall in love. But that’s never going to happen.”
Fletcher knew it too.
For Stuart to believe in love, he would need to trust someone with his life.
Was that possible? Absolutely not!
Thinking of Morwenna’s sincere and naive demeanor, and recalling how he once taught Stuart the tricks to win a woman’s heart, Fletcher felt like slapping himself.
Even if Morwenna was the only thing calming his storms, there should have been a kinder approach.
She shouldn’t have been dragged into this abyss.
In the midst of their conversation, Stuart took off his shirt, revealing the scars and fresh wounds on his back.
Fletcher, looking at the mangled skin, remarked, “The wounds are inflamed, even festering. All the healing from last week was for nothing, Stuart. You’ll keep getting fevers till the inflammation subsides.”
Stuart was indifferent, “It’s not like it’ll kill me. No big deal.”
Fletcher cleaned and disinfected Stuart’s wounds again, doing a far neater job than Morwenna did.
Once done, Fletcher called out, “Morwenna, you can come in now.”
No response came from the door, nor did anyone enter.
Confused, Fletcher walked over and opened the door, only to find Morwenna was gone.
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