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 waiting up

lit house and finding it empty wasn't a pleasant

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

about his usual evening routine and

Windcharm Villas, Stuart

down, lulled by the lingering

was as black as

hungry." the little boy

fed you yesterday. What more do you want? I'm not here to cater to your every whim. If you're hungry, catch a rat and eat. Vermin like

place resembling a sewer, a gaunt little boy was locked

the brink

above, but they

ground, the boy looked up at the

relentless. He wished all

grew darker

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

surge of irritation almost

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

with Morwenna, saw the caller ID and almost rolled

as a go-between instead of contacting each

aside, Fletcher answered the call in