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 to someone waiting

finding it empty wasn't

wasn't there. Stuart

he went about his usual evening

Windcharm Villas, Stuart had almost forgotten

down, lulled by the lingering scent of Morwenna,

was as black as an abyss. Nightmares

the little

fed you yesterday. What more do you want? I'm not here to cater to your every whim. If you're hungry, catch

a place resembling a sewer, a gaunt little

on the brink of

above, but they just looked on

the boy looked up at the sun, which seemed

cold were relentless. He wished all those people would

darker as

was just resting, but without Morwenna who was his natural sleeping pill.

of irritation almost made him throw

deliver

Morwenna, saw the caller ID and almost rolled his eyes. Definitely Stuart was looking for

as a go-between instead of

aside, Fletcher answered the call in a hushed