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,

and compensate for the losses later. Her head spun, probably from

essence with the orchids. The longer they were out of

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

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

suddenly, the watering can fell from her hands, and she collapsed beside

from the cold bath, laboring in the afternoon sun,

floor and went

reluctantly picked her up and carried her

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

some fever reducer and commanded coldly, "Get up and take

was unresponsive in

and forced the medicine into