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

and finding it

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

usual evening

Windcharm Villas, Stuart had almost

down, lulled by the lingering scent of

the night was as black as an abyss.

the little

to your every whim. If you're hungry, catch a rat and eat.

place resembling a sewer, a gaunt

the brink

by above, but they just looked

the ground, the boy looked up at the sun, which seemed just as bleak as the

relentless. He wished all those people

darker as 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 was his natural sleeping pill. Stuart reached for his phone.

surge of irritation almost made

Fletcher mentioned that Morwenna had gone to deliver lunch to the Hetfield Group, Stuart immediately called

out with Morwenna, saw the caller ID

as a go-between instead of

answered the call