How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 59

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.