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.

the Hetfield Group, he immediately spotted Morwenna sitting on a corner step, clutching her lunchbox. The streetlights had mostly been turned off,

and cheerful, a

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

Stuart was too far away, no matter

felt like cursing Stuart for his

her around. He was in on it, so he reigned in the cussing. around. He was an accomplice, so

up

until he was close that she noticed

are you

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

much, but you don't have to bother, Dr.

were no more buses, but

just wanted some quiet

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sensed her distraction and felt the weight of the unappreciated

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

Morwenna's thoughtful gesture, now

course, though

"That's fine."