How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 213

Stuart hailed a cab to the Hetfield Group headquarters on his own.

When the security guard saw the taxi pull up, he figured it was just another employee arriving for work and didn't bother to greet them.

It wasn't until Stuart stepped out of the cab that the guard did a double-take, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Even with his eyes rubbed red, the sight before him remained unchanged - it was Mr. Hetfield himself. The guard hurried over, calling out, "Mr. Hetfield."

Stuart grunted in acknowledgment.

The guard was even more surprised.

Stuart, who usually ignored everyone, had actually responded to him. What was going on? Was Stuart in a particularly good mood today?

The guard couldn't tell; Stuart's mood was always hard to read.

After Stuart went upstairs, the guard rushed to the reception desk to gossip with the twin receptionists.

He teased, "Guess how Mr. Hetfield got here today."

One of the twins immediately guessed, "A black Rolls-Royce!"

"Nope, wrong," the guard waved his finger.

"A silver Maserati?"

"Wrong again."

The guard couldn't keep them in suspense any longer. "He came by cab!"

The younger twin' eyes widened in shock. "How could that be? Mr. Hetfield's cars, if you go by number, go from one to ninety-nine. Why would he take a cab to the office? Did he lend his car to someone?"

The guard shook his head. "Who would have that kind of clout to borrow Mr. Hetfield's car?"

"Good point. So why take a cab then?"

The elder twin sighed, "Alright, you two, enough chit-chat. Back to work."

Their gossip session ended there.

Stuart was usually busy, diving straight into work upon reaching his office.

But today was different; he kept glancing at the time.

He remembered it was about time for Morwenna's tutoring session to end.

Just as he was checking the time, his phone rang. He thought it was Morwenna and immediately picked up, only to find it was Fletcher.

Stuart answered emotionlessly, "What is it? Make it quick." NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Stuart, what's up? Who ticked you off? You haven't been out for drinks in ages. How about we hit The Cloud Nine tonight?"

"I'm busy."

"Come on, Stuart. What could possibly be keeping you so busy? Didn't you deal with your cousin already? Phineas has settled down, so there shouldn't be anything on your plate, right?"

"Not going. Goodbye."

"Wait, wait, don't hang up, Stuart. You wouldn't happen to be... spending time with your lady, would you?"

"Yeah."

There was a moment of silence from Fletcher. He realized Stuart had fallen hard, perhaps even more deeply than he had imagined.

Fletcher's tone became more serious, "Stuart, there's something I need to remind you. The whole scheme to keep Morwenna around, no matter what, you need to keep that under wraps. If she ever finds out, there's no telling how it'll end."

Fletcher was like a fox who had seen it all, understanding women yet keeping his distance.

Originally, Stuart's goal was merely to keep Morwenna close, so the scheming didn't matter.

But now, with real feelings involved, mentioning the orchestrated accident was off the table.

Stuart paused, his gaze darkening before he replied, "Understood."

After hanging up, Fletcher sighed.

He couldn't help but picture Morwenna, struggling in the water and then emerging, radiant in the sunlight, unbelievably beautiful.

Fletcher muttered to himself, "Fletcher, you've been clever all your life. Don't dwell on someone you shouldn't."