Not long ago, Morwenna had asked for Stuart’s phone number, intending to check when he'd be home for dinner.
Instead of providing it, Stuart had ridiculed her.
Now, as Stuart watched Morwenna save Fletcher’s number, he felt an inexplicable irritation.
With a dark expression, he strode out, gruffly announcing, “I’m leaving.”
Morwenna hurriedly pocketed her phone and jogged to catch up.
Fletcher watched their retreating figures, his fake gentle smile fading.
Was Morwenna really just a sleeping pill to Stuart?
Morwenna followed Stuart out of the hospital.
A new car was already waiting at the entrance.
Once they were both inside, the car headed towards Windcharm Villas.
Trying to make conversation, Morwenna said, “Stuart, I think Dr. Fletcher is right, you really should have someone look after you.”
“I don’t need anyone staying over at Windcharm Villas.”
“But I did stay at Windcharm Villas for a few days before.”
“That was different.”
Morwenna bit her lip, holding back her real thoughts.
Previously, Stuart had asked her to move back, and she had refused.
But now, feeling that she should return, all Stuart needed to do was hint at it, and she’d agree immediately.
But Stuart wouldn’t mention it.
Her hints were obvious, yet Stuart remained silent.
She didn’t realize that Stuart would never bring it up.
At this moment, Stuart was like a skilled hunter watching his prey, waiting for it to fall into his trap.
After much beating around the bush with no response from Stuart, Morwenna finally spoke up, “Stuart, can I move back to Windcharm Villas to take care of you?”
Normally, having been driven out before, Morwenna would never consider returning.
Even if Stuart begged her to come back, she would have flatly refused.
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