Stuart was the type who just didn't get how others felt.
Morwenna was beginning to see things clearly. The kindness Stuart had shown her initially was just a facade; deep down, he was cold-hearted.
She couldn't understand why he had risked his life to save her once, but she knew he wouldn't comprehend her feelings.
Seeing Stuart silent, Morwenna took a step to leave. “I’ve got to go, Stuart. Goodbye.”
She felt somewhat helpless.
It had been less than a month since she moved from the countryside to Rosefrost Hollow, and she had already moved several times. Fortunately, she didn't have many belongings.
She picked up her suitcase, walked past Stuart, and headed downstairs.
After some distance, Morwenna stopped and pulled out her phone to call Fletcher.
Stuart looked unwell. Was his wound worsening?
She didn’t ask directly because confronting him might make him think she was after something.
The call went unanswered. She figured he might be busy and decided to try later.
Meanwhile, at Windcharm Villas.
Another figure emerged from the study—it was Fletcher.
He glanced at his ringing phone and then at Stuart, who was shrouded in a dark aura. Fletcher silenced his phone without answering.
“Stuart.”
“Get out!”
“I'm not… Listen to me.”
“I said get out.”
Fletcher was irked and retorted, “Morwenna is right, you really don’t understand.”
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