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 up

finding it empty wasn't

late, and Morwenna wasn't

went about his usual evening routine and tried to

been staying at Windcharm Villas, Stuart had almost

the lingering scent of Morwenna, he drifted off to

night was as black

hungry." the little

cater to your every whim. If you're

sewer, a gaunt little boy was locked

seemed on the brink of

but they

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

and cold were relentless. He wished all those

grew darker as he

a sewer. He was just resting, but

irritation almost made him throw

mentioned that Morwenna had gone to deliver lunch

with Morwenna, saw the caller ID and almost rolled his eyes. Definitely Stuart

used him as a go-between instead

the call in a hushed