How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Fletcher froze for a moment, the realization hitting him hard. Stuart had fallen for this girl.

He had even mentioned wanting to keep her close to him permanently.

But could feelings develop this quickly?

Who would've thought Stuart almost blew their whole plan trying to save her in a panic.

Stuart wouldn’t even let Fletcher touch her.

Puzzled, Fletcher quickly followed after him.

They stepped out through the steel factory gate.

It was deep into the night, yet the factory exterior was as bright as daylight.

Stuart’s men were everywhere, lighting up the path before him.

Everyone looked serious and grim.

They had arrived too late, only pinpointing the location after receiving coordinates from Morwenna, which had left Mr. Hetfield severely injured. They had failed in their duty.

No one dared to speak.

Only Morwenna had the ability to track Stuart’s phone. He trusted no one else enough to let them track his device, not even his closest allies.

Fletcher caught up and whispered, “Stuart, it was Morwenna who alerted us. She also called the cops. We were nearby searching, so we got here first, but the police should be arriving soon. There are seven men here, all incapacitated. Should we take them with us, or leave them for the police?”

“Take them,” Stuart replied coolly, his tone merciless. “Since we're cleaning up, might as well finish it completely.”

Fletcher flickered his eyes. Were they going to go through with this?

He added, “Also, I found a bicycle in the nearby bushes. I’m worried someone else might have been here. I’m having it checked out.”

Stuart paused, then said, “No need.”

He guessed how Morwenna had arrived.

Morwenna had ridden a bike over tens of miles. Then she ended up in a fight with seven guys.

Such foolishness!

She knew there were many people. Since she had already alerted the police, so why rush in recklessly?

Did Stuart need protection?

Such a fool.

While Stuart inwardly cursed her foolishness, he didn’t realize his eyes had started to redden. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Exiting the path, they reached their vehicles.

Stuart carried Morwenna into the car. After a moment of hesitation, Fletcher followed.

Feeling Stuart’s wary and dangerous gaze, Fletcher mustered his courage and said, “Stuart, let me help with her injuries.”

Only then did Stuart look away. He bowed his head slightly, gazing at Morwenna, who looked as fragile as a rag doll in his arms. His voice trembled uncontrollably, “Check her. Please see if she’s alright.”

Fletcher quickly examined her, checking for any fractures. He didn’t dare remove her clothing to check for internal injuries. Those would need an X-ray at the hospital.

After a brief check, Fletcher couldn’t help but flinch, “Her right elbow is dislocated. There’s a deep cut in the palm of her left hand, her index finger is fractured, and there’s been a severe impact to her forehead... How did she get so badly injured?”

The injuries didn’t seem like they were from simple abuse. It looked more like she had been in a battle.

That was just the surface. He couldn’t ascertain more without proper medical equipment.

Stuart shuddered, “She took those men all down by herself. She said she would protect me.”

His voice grew thick with emotion as he spoke.

“What the fuck? Impossible!” Fletcher exclaimed in shock.

How did this gentle and naive girl, who always seemed so meek under Stuart’s shadow, have overpowered those men?

Yet, the evidence suggested just that.

Fletcher suddenly understood why Stuart’s demeanor had changed so drastically.

Morwenna now had a profound effect on Stuart’s emotions.