Morwenna casually strolled over and took a seat next to Norbert, making herself at home as she picked up a cup of tea for a sip.
She figured, if there was anything off about the tea, she'd be the first to know.
Norbert seemed to take a particular shine to Morwenna, a fact that did not escape Rose, whose eyes flickered with a hint of jealousy. Yet, she kept her composure, continuing to serve the tea with a light-hearted question to Stuart, “Stuart, care to join us for a cup?”
It was a mere formality; no one in the Hetfield family was particularly keen on sharing a tea moment with Stuart.
To everyone's surprise, Stuart nodded in agreement.
Norbert was visibly pleased, making room for him, “Come on, join us. It's good for you youngsters to sit together.”
Finding herself seated next to Stuart threw Morwenna off her guard. She shot him a puzzled look, wondering what he was up to.
Leaning in, Stuart whispered, “Rose is fine, no need to be on edge.”
Hearing this, Morwenna relaxed a bit. If Stuart said it was okay, then it must be.
She nodded, whispering back, “If there's no issue, why come sit here?”
His breath was warm on her ear as he responded, “To keep you company while you enjoy your tea.”
Morwenna felt her ears burn and promptly straightened up, putting some distance between them.
This man, once known for his aloof demeanor, was now surprisingly approachable, always finding ways to tease her.
Norbert watched them with a benevolent smile.
A cup crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces.
“Sorry, sorry, that was my fault,” Rose hurriedly apologized.
Norbert frowned, his disappointment evident, “What did I teach you about manners? A few years away and you've forgotten the basics?”
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