How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna pedaled the old yellow bike, giving Fletcher a lift back to his place. It wasn't one of those modern electric bikes, just a classic push pedal. Despite that, Morwenna had the strength of an ox, and carrying Fletcher, who weighed over a hundred pounds, seemed effortless to her.

Riding by, she spotted an elderly gentleman selling baked sweet potatoes by the roadside.

"Dr. Vaughn, fancy a sweet potato?" Morwenna asked, pulling up beside the stand.

"No, thank you. I've eaten my fill already," Fletcher replied.

"Alright then, Dr. Vaughn, sit tight. I'll grab one for Stuart. He must be starving, working late as he does."

Truth be told, the Vaughn household wasn't lacking in good food; it was just that Stuart always popped into Morwenna's mind first.

Fletcher leaned on the bike while Morwenna dashed off to make her purchase. Watching her run, Fletcher's mind momentarily wandered before snapping back to reality. Morwenna was the woman Stuart adored, and she reciprocated those feelings.

He shouldn't harbor feelings he had no right to feel. Morwenna might have been oblivious to his turmoil, but he knew better than to overstep. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

smile, Fletcher thought about how he had always prided himself on seeing through women's facades, understanding

them from a distance. Yet, after all this time, his heart still skipped a beat at the sight of

on his intellect, found it hard to maintain his composure around the woman who

standing by the bike. "Sis, there's a cab over there. I'll take it home. It's late, and you should get some rest too," he

then, Dr. Vaughn. I'll head off first.

"Goodbye."

Morwenna cycled away, Fletcher got into the cab and instructed, "Follow

it was just that, late at night, the thought of a young woman

Hetfield's Homestead before he finally directed the cab