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.

and walked to the window, pulling aside the curtain. Below, he saw the source of the noise. Morwenna was carefully replanting the

could only save what she could and compensate for the losses later. Her head spun, probably from the cold shower she had the previous day,

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

school supplies for the children. Compared to that, her illness was a minor inconvenience, which she could remedy

to streak across the sky, finishing replanting all the flowers. After

her

arriving at Windcharm Villas, she had been nonstop, hardly resting, catching a cold from the cold bath, laboring in the afternoon sun, and staying up all night distressed. Even the strongest body couldn't

second floor

reluctantly picked her up and carried

to face Norbert's questions if something happened to her under his

commanded coldly,

unresponsive

Stuart propped her up and forced the medicine