Stuart's injury was on his back, so he lay on his side facing away from Morwenna.
In fact, even before Morwenna entered the room, Stuart was just lying there with his eyes closed, not really asleep.
It was only when Morwenna showed up that his breathing finally evened out.
Under the cloak of night, the antique wall clock in the room ticked away, each second echoing as if it would last forever.
After a while, weighed down by fatigue, Morwenna started to drift off to sleep, but just as she was about to close her eyes, Stuart moved slightly, as if trying to turn over.
Morwenna was instantly awake, aware that turning could hurt his wound.
Barefoot, she hurried off the couch and rushed over, gently holding Stuart's shoulder to stop him.
She held her breath, careful not to wake him, knowing well that Stuart was always on high alert and easily roused.
As she pressed against him, her face was a portrait of tension.
Stuart didn't manage to turn over and didn't try further, continuing to sleep on his side.
Morwenna let out a sigh of relief.
She didn't realize that Stuart's vigilance was more severe than she thought. Normally, any slight noise or presence could wake him. But here he was still sleeping even with someone moving around him and touching him. It was something unbelievable if told.
Seeing Stuart settle, Morwenna withdrew her hand.
Worried that Stuart might move and aggravate his wound, Morwenna decided not to sleep and instead sat by the bed to watch over him.
She didn’t bother putting on shoes. Being barefoot meant she could move silently on the carpet.
Sitting quietly by the bed, Morwenna watched Stuart, her gaze growing tender.
Love was a rare commodity for Morwenna who treasured every bit she received.
Years ago, Melvin had rescued her, urging her to study hard and escape the confines of her rural life.
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