How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 343

Morwenna pedaled the old yellow bike, giving Fletcher a lift back to his place. It wasn't one of those modern electric bikes, just a classic push pedal. Despite that, Morwenna had the strength of an ox, and carrying Fletcher, who weighed over a hundred pounds, seemed effortless to her.

Riding by, she spotted an elderly gentleman selling baked sweet potatoes by the roadside.

"Dr. Vaughn, fancy a sweet potato?" Morwenna asked, pulling up beside the stand.

"No, thank you. I've eaten my fill already," Fletcher replied.

"Alright then, Dr. Vaughn, sit tight. I'll grab one for Stuart. He must be starving, working late as he does."

Truth be told, the Vaughn household wasn't lacking in good food; it was just that Stuart always popped into Morwenna's mind first.

Fletcher leaned on the bike while Morwenna dashed off to make her purchase. Watching her run, Fletcher's mind momentarily wandered before snapping back to reality. Morwenna was the woman Stuart adored, and she reciprocated those feelings.

Regardless of how they came to be together, Morwenna was now Stuart's wife. He shouldn't harbor feelings he had no right to feel. Morwenna might have been oblivious to his turmoil, but he knew better than to overstep.

With a wry smile, Fletcher thought about how he had always prided himself on seeing through women's facades, understanding their true intentions beneath layers of charm. And yet, here he was, completely disarmed by Morwenna's genuine nature.

He had vowed to steer clear of women, to understand them from a distance. Yet, after all this time, his heart still skipped a beat at the sight of her. Fletcher, who had always prided himself on his intellect, found it hard to maintain his composure around the woman who truly moved his heart.

Returning with the sweet potato, Morwenna found Fletcher standing by the bike. "Sis, there's a cab over there. I'll take it home. It's late, and you should get some rest too," he suggested.

Seeing the cab, Morwenna didn't insist. "Okay then, Dr. Vaughn. I'll head off first. Thank you for today, goodbye." "Goodbye."

As Morwenna cycled away, Fletcher got into the cab and instructed, "Follow that bike, but keep your distance."

He had no ulterior motives; it was just that, late at night, the thought of a young woman biking home alone worried him.

Fletcher kept his distance, ensuring Morwenna arrived safely at Hetfield's Homestead before he finally directed the cab to leave.

Morwenna parked the yellow bike

outside, quietly unlocking the door to avoid disturbing anyone. It was late and everyone was likely asleep. Treading lightly to avoid making any noise, she didn't want to wake Mr. Hetfield, known for his light sleeping.

Walking barefoot upstairs, she noticed Stuart's room was empty. Concerned, she wondered if he was still busy at this ungodly hour.

Approaching the study, she noticed the light on and knocked on the door.

Suddenly, a woman's cry pierced the silence of the night, alarmingly close to Mr. Hetfield's room, awakening the light sleeper.

The gaming RubyPearl sisters, startled by the cry, rushed out to see what was happening, while others awoke, drawn by the commotion.

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