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.

to the window, pulling aside the curtain. Below, he saw the source of

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

orchids. The longer they were out of

illness was a minor inconvenience, which she could remedy

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

from her hands, and she collapsed beside the

had been nonstop, hardly resting, catching a cold from the cold bath, laboring

floor and went

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

to face Norbert's questions if something happened

fever reducer and commanded coldly, "Get up and take

unresponsive

Stuart propped her up and forced the medicine into her