Morwenna burst into the bathroom and found Stuart shirtless, facing her.
She didn’t know where to look. Just as she was about to turn away, Stuart spun around even quicker.
"Who let you in here!" Stuart's voice was harsh and cold as his back remained turned to Morwenna.
Morwenna knew Stuart would be mad, but she didn't expect him to blow his top like this.
His icy tone startled her, yet she clenched her teeth and responded, "You shouldn’t be showering. Your wounds can’t get wet."
"What did you just see?" His voice was still chilling.
"I didn’t see anything," Morwenna replied, genuinely puzzled.
Stuart hadn’t even taken off his pants. What could she have seen?
In a fleeting moment, she thought she spotted a scar on Stuart’s chest, but he turned around so quickly that she couldn’t be sure.
Truth be told, she had never seen Stuart’s chest before.
When they had removed the glass, Stuart’s shirt was only cut at the back.
When she had helped Stuart change his clothes, he had turned his back to her.
Stuart was tall, at least six feet three, making it impossible for her to see his chest.
Hearing Morwenna's answer, Stuart softened his fierce gaze a bit, though his usual sharpness still peeked through.
He wrapped a robe around himself and stepped towards Morwenna, each step heavy with intent.
The oppressive aura was overwhelming, causing Morwenna to instinctively want to flee.
But as she tried to move, her wrist got grabbed.
Stuart lowered his head to meet Morwenna’s gaze.
He saw many emotions in her eyes including nervousness, embarrassment, concern but no fear.
The folks in Rosefrost Hollow were quite afraid of him, yet they pretended otherwise to hang out with him.
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