Before Morwenna could utter a single word, Stuart leaned in and kissed her fiercely.
Their breaths mingled in the air.
Stuart wrapped his arms tightly around Morwenna's waist, cupping the back of her head. Her lips were as soft and sweet as he had imagined.
The mere thought of someone else having held or kissed Morwenna ignited a fierce jealousy in Stuart, making the kiss even more intense.
But Morwenna didn't resist.
Her hands, which had been clutching her shawl, relaxed and wrapped around Stuart's neck, gently leaning into him as the shawl slipped off.
The scene was like something out of a movie: the beautiful, aloof girl and the wealthy young man sharing a passionate kiss.
Feeling Morwenna's dependence and closeness, the ferocity inside Stuart began to subside.
It wasn't until Morwenna was nearly out of breath that Stuart finally let her go. She leaned against him, her face flushed and her toes curling nervously.
Seeing Morwenna like this stirred something in Stuart, a feeling he hadn't felt in years.
After being held captive by a woman in his youth, Stuart had developed a deep-seated disdain for women, devoid of any desire. But Morwenna, in his eyes, was like a precious gem he wanted to cherish and protect, even in his angriest moments.
Stuart, controlling his temper, said in a husky voice, "Don't let any other man kiss you."
Morwenna looked up at him, her eyes bright, "Are you jealous, Uncle?"
Stuart paused, then admitted, "Yeah."
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