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.

getting used

finding it empty

and Morwenna wasn't there. Stuart darkened

usual evening routine and tried

Windcharm Villas, Stuart had

the lingering scent of Morwenna,

night was as black as an

so hungry." the little

I'm not here to cater to your every whim. If you're hungry, catch a rat and eat.

sewer, a gaunt

the brink

passed by above, but they

on the ground, the boy looked up at the sun, which seemed

and cold were relentless. He wished all those people would just

aura grew darker as

awake, his expression demonic, taking a while to realize he wasn't locked in a sewer. He was just resting, but without

surge of irritation almost made him

had gone to deliver lunch to the Hetfield

Morwenna, saw the caller ID and

him as a go-between instead

Fletcher answered the