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.

lunchbox. The streetlights had mostly been turned off, casting her in

vibrant and

her into an anxious vortex as she struggled to shine through

too far away, no matter how hard she

felt like cursing Stuart

He was in on it, so

walked up to

wasn't until he was close that she noticed

what are you doing here?"

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

much, but you don't have to

no more buses, but she could

moved yet, just wanted some quiet time

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felt the weight of the unappreciated

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

was Morwenna's thoughtful

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

"That's fine."