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.

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.

He realized he was getting used to someone waiting up for him.

Entering the dimly lit house and finding it empty wasn't a pleasant feeling.

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

But he went about his usual evening routine and tried to rest.

Since Morwenna had been staying at Windcharm Villas, Stuart had almost forgotten about his insomnia.

Soon after lying down, lulled by the lingering scent of Morwenna, he drifted off to sleep.

But the night was as black as an abyss. Nightmares struck.

"I'm so hungry." the little boy said.

"I 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 you should eat rats!"

In a place resembling a sewer, a gaunt little boy was locked away.

He seemed on the brink of starvation.

People occasionally passed by above, but they just looked on indifferently.

Curled up on the ground, the boy looked up at the sun, which seemed just as bleak as the basement.

Hunger and cold were relentless. He wished all those people would just die.

Stuart's aura grew darker as he slept.

Suddenly, 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. He realized he didn’t have Morwenna’s number.

The surge of irritation almost made him throw the phone.

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

Fletcher, who was still hanging out with Morwenna, saw the caller ID and almost rolled his eyes. Definitely Stuart was looking for Morwenna.

These two always used him as a go-between instead of contacting each other.

Stepping aside, Fletcher answered the call in a hushed tone.

Whatever was said on the other end made Fletcher respond, "Stuart, I told you it's easy to win a woman's heart, but I also said it's just as easy to lose one."

The call ended.

Fletcher felt helpless. Stuart was bound to regret this one day.

After hanging up, he quietly asked, "Wenna, it's getting late. Shall I take you back?"

"Oh, that would be great. Thank you for everything today," Morwenna replied politely. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Fletcher thought she was just too kind, too honest.

Indeed, the world often took advantage of the honest ones.

Morwenna was such a person. Even if she didn’t feel like returning to Windcharm Villas and didn’t want to trouble anyone, she complied.

Fletcher felt it was the least he could do to take her back.

Morwenna got into the car quietly.

Fletcher drove her back to Windcharm Villas.