How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Fletcher shot Stuart a glance and muttered under his breath, "Was that necessary?"

Did he really have to wait for her to come back just to change his bandages in front of her, making a show of his wounds?

Stuart was really being a jerk!

Fletcher swiftly rewrapped Stuart's bandages.

Morwenna reddened her eyes with sympathy.

They headed downstairs for breakfast.

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Fletcher tried to lighten the mood, "Mrs. Hetfield, your cooking is amazing. Can I crash here more often for meals?"

"Of course, just give me a call next time. I'll prepare some extra dishes for you."

This time, with Stuart's injury, Fletcher had been a great help. She felt she should be more gracious towards him.

Fletcher, with a sly grin, chimed in, "This dish would be even better with some parsley."

"Stuart doesn’t like parsley."

"There aren't many as picky as Stuart in this world."

Morwenna nodded in agreement, having never met anyone pickier than Stuart.

Stuart stayed quiet.

Thanks to Fletcher’s banter, the mood finally lightened up a bit.

As Adelaide entered, she was greeted by this scene.

Three people sit together, enjoying a cozy breakfast.

“Wasn't that bitch supposed to have been fired? How dare she sit across from Stuart at the table!” Adelaide cursed inwardly.

She had seen on this morning's trending news that Stuart had been in a car accident.

She had even seen a photo where a woman clang to Stuart's clothes.

Though it was just a back view, Adelaide recognized her immediately. It was that maid.

Hadn’t Barclay said he was going to give that maid a piece of his mind yesterday?

How did she end up in a car accident with Stuart?

Adelaide didn’t even think to check with Barclay. She rushed straight to Windcharm Villas.

And now, she was witnessing this scene.

Adelaide was internally collapsing, wanting to scream and cry, but the last shred of her sanity calmed her down.

She hurried to Stuart and sat close, looking concerned, "Stuart, I heard about the accident. Are you hurt anywhere serious?"

Stuart replied calmly, “It’s nothing, just a minor scratch on my back.”

Adelaide leaned in close to Stuart, angling herself so that she seemed to be clinging to him without touching.

She hesitated, then as if making up her mind, she said firmly, "Stuart, I’m so worried about you. I want to stay at Windcharm Villas to take care of you."

Morwenna stiffened as she ate. She knew that Stuart had a soft spot for Adelaide.

She hadn’t minded it before. But now, suddenly, she feared that Stuart would let Adelaide stay, that he would ask her to leave again.

Stuart put down his fork and looked at Adelaide, "You need to rest and take care of yourself."

"But I have been, Stuart. I’ve been taking my medications properly. I’ve gotten much better."

Adelaide’s voice was gentle yet carried a melancholic plea that could soften any man’s heart.

But Stuart remained impassive, "Adelaide, you know my rules. Windcharm Villas doesn’t hold onto guests."

At that moment, Adelaide couldn’t contain her jealousy. Since Windcharm Villas didn’t hold onto guests, so why could the maid stay?

Over the years, he had treated everyone equally, except he was always special to her.

This special treatment was meant to be hers alone, not for anyone else!

Was she, Ms. Gallagher, inferior to a maid?

Tears suddenly welled up in Adelaide’s eyes as she cried bitterly, "Windcharm Villas doesn’t hold onto guests, then why could the maid stay here before? Stuart, after all these years, do you value her over me?”