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.

he was getting used to someone waiting up for

lit house and finding it

late, and Morwenna wasn't

about his usual evening routine and tried

had been staying at Windcharm Villas, Stuart had

down, lulled by the lingering scent of Morwenna, he drifted off to

the night was as black as

so hungry." the little

fed you yesterday. What more do you want? I'm not here to cater to your every whim.

a gaunt little

the brink

by above, but they

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

He wished all those people would just

darker

a 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

surge of irritation almost made him throw the

deliver lunch to the

saw the caller ID and almost

as a go-between instead of contacting each

Fletcher answered the call in a hushed