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.

used to

lit house and finding it empty

and Morwenna wasn't there. Stuart darkened his

about his usual

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

the lingering scent of Morwenna, he drifted

night was as black as an abyss.

hungry." the little boy

to cater to your every whim.

a gaunt little boy was locked

on the brink of

passed by above, but

boy looked up at

cold were relentless. He wished all those people

grew darker as he

he wasn't locked in a sewer. He was just resting, but without Morwenna who was his natural sleeping pill. Stuart reached

surge of irritation almost made him throw the

that Morwenna had gone to deliver lunch

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

him as a go-between instead of contacting each

answered the call in a hushed