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.

was getting used to someone waiting up for

and finding it

late, and Morwenna wasn't there. Stuart darkened his

usual evening routine and tried

Morwenna had been staying at Windcharm Villas,

lying down, lulled by the lingering scent

black as an abyss. Nightmares

hungry." the little

want? I'm not here to cater to your every whim. If

a gaunt little boy

the

occasionally passed by above, but they just looked on

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

wished all those people

darker as he

expression demonic, taking a while to realize he wasn't locked in 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 Morwenna's

of irritation almost made him throw

to deliver lunch to the Hetfield Group, Stuart immediately

the caller ID and almost rolled his eyes. Definitely Stuart was looking

used him as a go-between instead of contacting

aside, Fletcher answered the call in