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

and she could only save what she could and compensate for the losses later.

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

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

persevered until the first light of dawn began to streak across the sky, finishing replanting all the flowers. After watering

fell from her hands, and

cold bath, laboring in the afternoon sun, and

the second floor and

fever-flushed face, Stuart reluctantly picked her up and carried her

man but didn't want to face Norbert's questions if something happened to her under

some fever reducer and commanded

was unresponsive in her

her up and forced the medicine into