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.

he 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

vibrant and cheerful, a pure free

her with his pretenses, pulling her into an anxious vortex as she struggled to shine

away, no matter how hard

Fletcher felt like cursing Stuart for

He was in on it,

up to

until he was close

Vaughn, what are you doing here?"

you as I was passing by. It's getting late. How about I

but you don't have to bother,

no more buses, but she could

wanted some quiet time to

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her distraction and felt the

back-to-back surgeries today without a break to eat. Could

thoughtful gesture, now

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

"That's fine."