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.

corner step, clutching her lunchbox. The streetlights had mostly been turned off, casting her in shadow. There she was like a dimmed star under

usually vibrant and cheerful,

Stuart had trapped her with his pretenses, pulling her into an anxious vortex

away, no matter how

moment, Fletcher felt like cursing

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

walked up

was close that she

are you doing here?"

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

so much, but you don't have

more buses, but she

hadn't moved yet, just wanted

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and felt

I've had back-to-back surgeries today without a break

thoughtful

handed it over, "Of course, though I'm not

"That's fine."