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.

getting used

dimly lit house and finding it empty wasn't a

late, and Morwenna wasn't there. Stuart darkened

about his usual evening

Villas, Stuart had almost forgotten about

by the lingering scent of Morwenna, he drifted off

was as black as an abyss. Nightmares

hungry." the

more do you want? I'm not here to cater to your every whim. If you're

sewer, a gaunt little boy was

the

above, but

looked up at the sun, which seemed

and cold were relentless. He wished all those people would

darker as he

he snapped awake, his expression demonic, taking a while to realize he wasn't locked in a sewer. He was just resting, but without Morwenna who

of irritation almost made him throw

Fletcher mentioned that Morwenna had gone to deliver lunch to the Hetfield

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

used him as a go-between

aside, Fletcher answered the call in a