How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna pondered for a while, her mind racing with thoughts.

All of a sudden, a light bulb went off in her head. She quickly dialed Fletcher’s number.

“Dr. Vaughn, do you have a minute?” she asked tentatively.

Fletcher almost didn’t recognize the number. It took him a moment to place the voice.

“Hey, Mrs. Hetfield, what’s up? Something on your mind?”

Morwenna felt a tad embarrassed as she explained, “I’m outside the Hetfield Group with some dinner for Stuart, but it’s a bit awkward for me to go in. Could you let him know? Maybe he could send someone to pick it up at the front door.”

Fletcher understood immediately and didn’t pry further. “Sure, no problem at all,” he responded.

“Thanks a lot, Dr. Vaughn. I appreciate it,” Morwenna replied.

After hanging up, Fletcher clicked his tongue, wondering about the situation.

Outside his office, someone called out to him, reminding him that surgery was about to start. He was really busy, but recalling Morwenna's sincere gaze, he decided to help her out.

He quickly called Stuart, “Hey Stuart, someone has brought you dinner. Head down to the lobby to pick it up. Alright, the message delivered. I’ve got to run.”

With that, Fletcher rushed off to prepare for an emergency surgery.

Stuart, on receiving the call, hardly paid any heed and soon got caught up with other matters.

Meanwhile, Morwenna waited downstairs.

She waited until the sky darkened, but no one came to pick up the dinner. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She began to wonder if Fletcher had passed on the message.

She thought about calling Fletcher again but hesitated, not wanting to trouble him further.

Could it be that Stuart was just too busy? Or had he already eaten? Perhaps he wasn't even in the office.

Morwenna made up several excuses for Stuart in her head. Sighing, she decided it was time to leave. She had been standing outside for too long, and the security guard had been eyeing her suspiciously. It was probably best to leave before she was asked to move on.

As she was about to walk away, she instinctively looked back and saw a figure exiting the Hetfield Group. Her steps halted.

It was Adelaide, carrying a food box, walking out of the building.

At that moment, Morwenna knew that Adelaide’s presence there could only be linked to Stuart.

Stuart was in the office after all. He just didn’t need the food Morwenna had brought.

Adelaide could walk right up to Stuart without hiding, unlike her who didn't even dare to step in.

Morwenna felt dejected. She couldn’t understand it.

If Stuart liked Adelaide, then why did he say those things to her?

What was in Stuart’s heart?

Morwenna didn’t leave. She just sat there, clutching the dinner box, under the dim light of a streetlamp.

She watched people coming and going from the building.

Time passed slowly until Stuart finally emerged.

Morwenna watched him from a distance, her heart sinking.

Stuart seemed to sense someone watching and looked around.

But it was too dark. Morwenna was hidden in the shadows, invisible unless he came closer.

It wasn’t until Stuart’s car drove away that Morwenna finally moved.

She felt that things shouldn’t have turned out this way.

On the other side, Fletcher, having finished the surgery, didn’t bother checking the time and immediately called Stuart.

“So, did you get the dinner Mrs. Hetfield brought for you?”

“What?” Stuart asked icily.

“You didn’t forget to pick it up, did you?”

“I didn’t.”

“Man... Even if you weren't going to eat it, you could’ve at least picked it up. Now she might think I didn’t give you the message.”

“That’s your problem.”

Stuart hung up.

Fletcher was speechless.

He remembered Stuart never complained when he was helping him with his insomnia.

Thinking it over, Fletcher decided to clarify things, so he called Morwenna.