Morwenna had just opened her mouth to say something when the chatter around her silenced any attempt at conversation.
Seeing Morwenna's struggle to speak, Stuart, who had been patiently waiting for her to talk, suddenly stood up and made his way over to the group, doling out a swift kick to each of the men in the booth.
Fletcher, who had been lingering by the door and had stayed quiet, managed to avoid the ordeal.
Instantly, the group calmed down, and the room fell into silence.
Stuart, with a gentle gaze, turned to Morwenna and asked, "What did you want to say?"
All eyes in the room shifted to Morwenna, causing her to squirm uncomfortably. She nudged Stuart, "Don't just kneel there, get up."
Knowing it was all a big misunderstanding and not Stuart's fault, Morwenna wasn't one to make a fuss over nothing.
Stuart stood up and took a seat next to her. He had long realized that Morwenna was more about kindness than confrontation, and believed in clearing up misunderstandings through conversation because, after all, that's what words were for.
Morwenna was his girl, and for her, he'd put his pride aside.
Seeing Stuart finally sit down, everyone let out a sigh of relief. His sudden blow up had freaked them out, but thankfully, his anger disappeared as fast as it showed up.
Stuart glanced around the room, his voice cold but clear, "I've got no interest in other women. If there's a next time... well," he let out a menacing chuckle that sent shivers down everyone's spine, making it clear that a next time would have dire consequences.
Quickly, the men assured him there wouldn't be.
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