Norbert chuckled, his mustache quivering, "Fine, fine, I won't get mad at you."
He picked a variety show on TV and was engrossed in it.
However, Morwenna couldn't focus on the TV show. Sitting too close to Stuart, she instinctively sat up straight.
Stuart was also distracted. Once again, he caught a whiff of that drowsy scent.
It was closer than before this time.
Since they had agreed to catch a few hours of sleep together last time, Stuart had been too busy to replicate that scent.
His chronic insomnia had been making him increasingly irritable.
Sitting so close, with her soft hand tightly holding his, Stuart slowly closed his eyes.
The variety show on TV burst into laughter, and unconsciously leaning toward Morwenna, Stuart fell asleep in the living room.
Morwenna froze as Stuart's breathing whispered in her ear.
What on earth was he doing?
Were they still playing the part of a loved married couple?
There was no need to take it this seriously.
Norbert was stunned by the scene.
No one knew about Stuart's sleeping troubles better than Norbert.
Norbert had tried countless remedies for Stuart’s insomnia, but none had worked.
With the TV blaring and other people around, Stuart had fallen asleep.
Suddenly, Norbert recalled the last time he saw Stuart and Morwenna sleeping together, and it all clicked.
It was Morwenna's doing!
Norbert looked at Morwenna with a tender smile, silently gesturing. "You guys rest. I’ll head back now."
Morwenna tried to get up to see him out, but with Stuart leaning on her, she couldn’t move.
Norbert quickly waved her off, indicating no need, and hurried out the door.
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