Female Novel
Chapter 137
Morwenna had never had a crush on a guy before, let alone one as handsome as the one who wascurrently occupying all her thoughts.
For the first time in her carefree twenty years, she found herself caring about how she dressed.
She checked her reflection in the mirror. Her outfit was pretty and perfectly fine, she thought.
Stuart, however, frowned when he saw Morwenna in her slightly revealing dress. It was as if he sawher as something precious that he didn’t want to share with the world.
At that moment, Morwenna only thought that Stuart didn't like her dress. She held out the lunchboxto him, and seeing him hesitate, her sparkling eyes filled with hope as she said, "Stuart, I whippedup some really tasty grub. You're gonna have some, right?"
Finally, Stuart reached out and took the lunchbox from her, muttering, “I’ll eat it.”
Morwenna's eyes lit up instantly.
It seemed that just getting him to eat her cooking was enough to satisfy her.
With a cheerful voice, she said, “Enjoy your meal then, I’ll head back now.”
Stuart was caught off guard. She was bailing already? Not trying to milk this chance for some one-on-one time?
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Morwenna had already reached the door and was about to open it when Stuart finally spoke, “Comeback.”
Turning around with a puzzled look, Morwenna asked, “Is there something else? Do you want me towait until you finish and bring the lunchbox back?”
Stuart’s reply was cool and direct, “Hang around for a bit. Go out with me later.”
Morwenna was suddenly thrilled, “Really? Just the two of us?”
“Who else do you want?”
“Oh, no, I just think it’s great if it’s just the two of us!”
Her laugh then was like wind chimes under the archway in a park, cheerful and tinkling with joy.
She didn’t even ask where they were going. Her happiness lay simply in the fact that she was goingto be with Stuart.
Her affection was fervent and unmistakable, hiding nothing.
Stuart felt almost scorched by its intensity and found it hard to meet her gaze.
He had never encountered someone like Morwenna before. Most people didn’t dare, nor did theyget the chance, to be so bold with him.
Stuart was momentarily silent.
Meanwhile, Morwenna cheerfully called out, “Stuart, what are you waiting for? Eat up, so we canhead out together.”
She moved forward, opened the lunchbox for him, and neatly arranged the cutlery.
There was bread, soup, and in the four-compartment box were cucumber salad, chicken stewedwith mushrooms, roasted brocolli, and a portion of fish.
Stuart didn’t like fish, but he didn’t say a word.
Used to having his way, it was rare for him to consider someone else’s feelings.
Morwenna eagerly asked, “Stuart, is it good?”
“It’s okay.”
For Stuart, who rarely complimented anyone, saying it was okay was high praise indeed.
He was used to exotic delicacies and fancy ingredients. The first time Morwenna cooked a simplemeal for him, Stuart had claimed even a dog wouldn’t eat it.
But after actually trying Morwenna’s cooking, he had taken back his words. Her meals, minimallyseasoned, let the natural flavors of the ingredients shine through, surprisingly aligning with Stuart’stastes.
Feeling Morwenna's gaze on him, he looked up, only to realize she wasn’t looking at him, but at thefood.
Morwenna swallowed, suddenly remembering she hadn’t had her own dinner yet.