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.

off the mood, got up, and walked to the window, pulling aside the curtain. Below, he

tight, and she could only save what she could and compensate for the losses later. Her head spun, probably from the cold

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

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

first light of dawn began to streak across the sky, finishing replanting

watering can fell from her

bath, laboring in the afternoon sun, and

the second floor and went downstairs to

reluctantly picked her up and carried her back into the

didn't want to face

commanded coldly, "Get up

unresponsive in

her up and