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.

used to someone

house and finding it empty wasn't a pleasant

Morwenna wasn't there. Stuart

he went about his usual

Morwenna had been staying at Windcharm Villas, Stuart had almost forgotten about his

by the lingering scent

as black as an

hungry." the

here to cater to your every whim.

a gaunt

seemed on the brink of

by above, but they just

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

wished all

darker

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

surge of irritation almost made him

Fletcher mentioned that Morwenna had gone to deliver lunch

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

always used him as a go-between instead of contacting each

Fletcher answered the call in