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.

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usually vibrant and cheerful,

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

Stuart was too far away, no matter how hard

Fletcher felt like cursing Stuart for

it was his bright idea that led Stuart to fake love to keep her around. He was in on it, so he reigned in the cussing.

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sensed her distraction and felt the weight of the unappreciated

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was Morwenna's thoughtful gesture,

hesitation, Morwenna handed it over, "Of course, though

"That's fine."