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.

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

orchids. Money was tight, and she could only save what she could and compensate for the losses later. Her head

The longer they were out of

for the children. Compared to that, her illness was a minor inconvenience, which she could remedy with medicine. Upstairs, Stuart watched

streak across the sky, finishing replanting all the flowers. After

watering can fell from her hands,

the cold bath, laboring in the afternoon sun, and staying up all night distressed. Even the strongest body couldn't withstand

from the second floor and went downstairs

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

didn't want to face Norbert's questions if something

reducer and commanded coldly, "Get up

unresponsive in

up and forced the medicine