How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Mrs. Hetfield, sorry about this. I got called in for an emergency surgery today. Stuart's been swamped too and couldn't swing by to pick up the lunchbox. Didn't mean to neglect you." "Yeah, I saw."

"Saw what?"

"I saw Adelaide dropping off dinner for Stuart."

Fletcher was stunned and speechless. Adelaide had also brought a meal, and now he worried Stuart might have thought he was talking about Adelaide when he sent the message.

He felt genuinely remorseful for not communicating clearly with a rare feeling for him.

"Um, Mrs. Hetfield, you're not still waiting outside the Hetfield Group, are you?"

Morwenna looked around the dark surroundings, her voice slightly hoarse, "Yeah, no more buses. I'll wait a bit longer before heading back."

Damn, she was still there!

Fletcher thought about calling Stuart.

But he feared that if Stuart was with Adelaide, this call might stir up more trouble.

He quickly changed out of his lab coat and drove off.

immediately spotted Morwenna sitting on a corner step, clutching her lunchbox. The streetlights had mostly been turned off, casting her in shadow. There she was like a dimmed star under the night

was usually vibrant and cheerful, a pure free

had trapped her with his pretenses, pulling her into an anxious vortex as she struggled to shine through the

away, no matter

like cursing

bright idea that led Stuart to fake love to keep her around. He was in on it,

walked up to

was

Vaughn, what are you

just spotted you as I was passing by. It's getting

so much, but you don't have to

were no more buses, but

hadn't moved yet, just wanted some quiet time

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distraction and felt the weight of the

"Wenna, I've had back-to-back surgeries today without a break to eat. Could I

Morwenna's thoughtful gesture,

it over, "Of course, though I'm not sure if it's gotten

"That's fine."