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.

harbor feelings he had no right to feel. Morwenna might have been oblivious to his turmoil, but he knew better than to

wry smile, Fletcher thought about how he had always prided himself on seeing through women's facades, understanding their true intentions beneath layers of charm. And yet, here he

to steer clear of women, to understand them from a distance. Yet, after all this

had always prided himself on his intellect, found it hard to

Fletcher standing by the bike. "Sis, there's a cab over there.

the cab, Morwenna didn't insist. "Okay then, Dr. Vaughn. I'll head off first. Thank you for today,

"Goodbye."

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

that, late at night, the thought of a young woman biking home alone

distance, ensuring Morwenna arrived safely at Hetfield's Homestead before he finally directed the