"Thanks, Dr. Vaughn. I'll head in then. Goodbye."
"Morwenna!"
"Yes? Is there something else?"
"No, nothing. Goodbye."
Fletcher felt like he was losing his mind. At that brief moment, he had almost wanted to warn Morwenna not to give her whole heart to Stuart.
When somebody gives their all, getting stabbed in the back hurts like heck.
Yet, he couldn't sabotage Stuart's plans.
Heavy-hearted, Fletcher walked away.
Morwenna returned to the house.
Stuart was probably already asleep, and she didn't want to wake him by going upstairs. She freshened up in the downstairs guest room and changed into her pajamas before heading up.
She quietly opened the door, leaving her slippers at the entrance and stepping softly on the carpet like a cat, making no sound at all.
Under the dim glow of the nightlight, she could see Stuart already in bed, sleeping on his side but facing the couch this time.
Morwenna tiptoed across the carpet and quietly sat by the bed.
Looking at Stuart, her heart felt even heavier.
So much had happened in the past few days.
Morwenna felt bewildered.
She was like a blank slate, suddenly thrust into a whirlwind of emotions. She wasn't even sure what her feelings for Stuart were.
She thought he was like Melvin, rescuing her from despair.
But it seemed different.
Silently watching Stuart, she realized what was troubling her.
It was envy.
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