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.

realized he was getting used to someone waiting up for

and finding it empty wasn't a

wasn't there. Stuart darkened his

about his usual evening

at Windcharm Villas, Stuart had almost

lingering

black as

so hungry." the little

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

a place resembling a sewer, a

the

occasionally passed by above, but they just looked

the ground, the boy looked up at the sun, which seemed just as bleak as

were relentless. He wished

aura grew darker

just resting, but without Morwenna who was his natural sleeping pill. Stuart reached for his phone. He

irritation almost made

deliver lunch

ID and almost rolled his eyes. Definitely Stuart was

him as a go-between instead of contacting each

the