How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart yanked the curtains shut, cutting off his view. The woman was crafty enough to trick Norbert and now her weeping? Just a performance.

Unaware of the observer above, Morwenna wept quietly before drying her eyes and steeling herself. The damage was done, and crying wouldn't fix anything. She had to do her best to mend the situation. The flowers she had uprooted in the afternoon lay beside her, waiting for their replantation. Under the moonlight, Morwenna moved with a resilience that belied her delicate frame, bustling about the garden.

It was 3 A.M.

Stuart suddenly awoke, his eyes filled with a restless irritation vastly different from his daytime indolence, feeling like he was still trapped in a nightmare.

It was too quiet.

The silence was oppressive, like being in a pitch-black sewer, a monster lurking in the shadows.

Then, he heard a faint, delicate sound.

The sound shattered the oppressive darkness binding him.

pulling aside the curtain. Below, he saw the source of the noise.

meticulously tending to the orchids. Money was tight, and she could only save what she could and compensate for the losses later. Her head spun, probably from the cold shower she had

orchids. The longer they were out of the earth, the

her illness was a minor inconvenience, which she could remedy with medicine. Upstairs, Stuart

dawn began to streak across the sky, finishing replanting all the flowers. After watering them one last time, she

fell from her

cold from the cold bath, laboring

from the second floor and went downstairs to

Stuart reluctantly picked her

want to face Norbert's questions if something

commanded

Morwenna was unresponsive in

up and forced the medicine into her