Holding her waist gently, Fletcher lifted her up.
It wasn't until Fletcher felt her soft body in his hands that he realized what he was doing, which made his face slightly pale.
“What am I doing right under Stuart's watchful eyes?” he thought.
Then, a crisp and lively voice rang out, "Thank you, Dr. Vaughn."
Suddenly, Fletcher was glad he had intervened.
Otherwise, the poor girl would have been in a real pickle.
Stuart watched from the shore, his expression dark and unreadable.
Morwenna had just climbed ashore when Norbert rushed over.
Adelaide, frail and about to speak, was completely ignored as Norbert bypassed her to reach Morwenna.
Adelaide seemed to twist her face.
She knew Norbert wasn't fond of her, but for Stuart’s sake, he had always been decent to her, never this dismissive.
Norbert had already shed his tweed jacket and draped it over Morwenna’s shoulders.
"Wenna, how are you? Cold? Hurt anywhere? Don't worry, I’m here."
The usually stoic Morwenna suddenly seemed a bit teary-eyed, her voice low, "Norbert, I'm not used to these high heels."
"Alright, let's ditch them. I will help you change." Norbert was soothing Morwenna.
Morwenna thought she still had someone who genuinely cared for her.
Melvin treated her like family, and so did Norbert.
As for Stuart, she had wanted to ask him something.
But now, it seemed unnecessary.
She wasn't too heartbroken, just a bit sad.
Stuart seemed to sense something and looked towards Morwenna.
But Morwenna didn’t spare Stuart a glance, not even noticing the red mark on his cheek.
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