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 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, which might have brought on a

The longer they were out

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

light of dawn began to streak across the sky, finishing replanting all the flowers. After watering them one last time, she

from her hands, and she collapsed beside the

Windcharm Villas, she had been nonstop, hardly resting, catching a cold from the cold bath, laboring in the afternoon sun, and staying up all

from the second floor

reluctantly picked her up and carried

to face Norbert's questions if

fever reducer and commanded coldly, "Get

Morwenna was unresponsive in her

and forced