How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Fletcher felt really bad for Morwenna.

She had painstakingly prepared a packed lunch and waited for hours, but never got the chance to deliver it.

After wolfing down the meal, which was filled with so much care and affection, Fletcher said contentedly, "Thanks, Wenna. This is seriously good."

Morwenna seemed a bit happier. At least someone appreciated her effort.

She didn't mention going back, so Fletcher just sat there with her.

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This time, Fletcher didn't call her Mrs. Hetfield.

Given the day's events, it just didn't feel right to say it.

Meanwhile, Stuart returned to Windcharm Villas.

The house was dark, which made him frown.

When Morwenna was around, she usually left a light on.

was getting used

the dimly lit house and finding it empty wasn't

wasn't

he went about his usual evening routine and

Windcharm Villas, Stuart had almost forgotten

lingering scent of Morwenna, he

black as an abyss.

so hungry." the

I'm not here to cater to your every whim. If you're

sewer, a gaunt

the brink of

but they just

up at the sun, which seemed

were relentless. He wished all those people would

darker

sewer. He was just resting, but without Morwenna who was his natural sleeping pill. Stuart reached for his phone. He realized he didn't have

of irritation almost made him

mentioned that Morwenna had gone to deliver

hanging out with Morwenna, saw the caller ID

used him as a go-between instead of

aside, Fletcher answered the