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.

They chatted intermittently. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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.

realized he was getting used to someone waiting

dimly lit house and finding it empty wasn't a

Morwenna wasn't there.

went about his usual evening routine

at Windcharm Villas, Stuart

lulled by the lingering scent of Morwenna, he drifted off

night was as black as an abyss.

hungry." the little boy

to cater to your

place resembling a sewer, a gaunt

the brink of

but they just looked

up at the sun, which seemed just as bleak

wished all those people would just

grew darker as he

just resting, but without Morwenna who

almost made him

to deliver lunch to the Hetfield Group, Stuart immediately

was still hanging out with Morwenna, saw the caller ID and almost rolled his

two always used him as a go-between

aside, Fletcher answered the