Stuart gave Morwenna a look that was somewhere between a smirk and a smile.
“Just the other day, I was the one helping you drink water. What’s wrong with that?”
“That was... that was because I was injured.”
“No worries, you’re still not fully healed.”
Morwenna’s cheeks flushed red at his words.
She suddenly remembered her days in the hospital – Stuart hadn’t just helped her with drinking water but with getting dressed and even putting on her socks.
Her injuries hadn’t fully healed, but neither had Stuart’s.
His shirt was buttoned up to the top, hiding the still-recovering wounds on his neck.
His body, already marked by scars, bore new ones.
Yet, Stuart had insisted on taking care of her in the past days, refusing to take no for an answer.
Morwenna figured it was because she had saved Stuart’s life.
Was Stuart being so kind, even playing the role of her boyfriend, all because she had saved him?
She shook her head, dismissing the flurry of thoughts.
Looking at Stuart, she saw him roll up the sleeves of his shirt, his slender hands reaching the wings – he looked absolutely dashing.
Then, in a gesture of refined elegance, he began to debone the chicken wings…
Then he fed them directly to Morwenna. Her face turned even redder as she accepted the chicken wings from Stuart’s hand.
His fingertips gently brushed against her soft lips, and he chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the moment.
After having a few, Morwenna’s initial hesitation vanished. Initially, she had planned to just grab a roll for lunch, planning to eat less herself.
But now, they had so much food!
There was more than enough for both to enjoy to their hearts' content.
“Stuart, you should eat too. Don’t just focus on feeding me.”
“Stuart, do you find it spicy? Do you want some water?”
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