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.

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

was usually vibrant and cheerful, a

his pretenses, pulling her into an anxious

too far away, no

moment, Fletcher felt like cursing Stuart

fake love to keep her around. He was in on it, so he reigned in the cussing. around. He was an accomplice, so he held

walked up to

until he was

you doing here?" she

It's getting late.

so much, but you don't have to bother,

were no more buses, but she could

yet, just wanted

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her distraction and felt the weight

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

Morwenna's thoughtful gesture, now

course, though I'm not

"That's fine."