How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 9

Stuart yanked the curtains shut, cutting off his view. The woman was crafty enough to trick Norbert and now her weeping? Just a performance.

Unaware of the observer above, Morwenna wept quietly before drying her eyes and steeling herself. The damage was done, and crying wouldn't fix anything. She had to do her best to mend the situation.

The flowers she had uprooted in the afternoon lay beside her, waiting for their replantation. Under the moonlight, Morwenna moved with a resilience that belied her delicate frame, bustling about the garden.

It was 3 A.M.

Stuart suddenly awoke, his eyes filled with a restless irritation vastly different from his daytime indolence, feeling like he was still trapped in a nightmare.

It was too quiet.

The silence was oppressive, like being in a pitch-black sewer, a monster lurking in the shadows.

Then, he heard a faint, delicate sound.

The sound shattered the oppressive darkness binding him.

He shook off the mood, got up, and walked to the window, pulling aside the curtain. Below, he saw the source of the noise. Morwenna was carefully replanting the uprooted orchids.

She was meticulously tending to the orchids. Money was tight, and she could only save what she could and compensate for the losses later. Her head spun, probably from the cold shower she had the previous day, which might have brought on a fever, but she couldn’t stop.

Time was of the essence with the orchids. The longer they were out of the earth, the less likely they would survive.

These orchids represented more than money. They were textbooks and school supplies for the children. Compared to that, her illness was a minor inconvenience, which she could remedy with medicine.

Upstairs, Stuart watched silently, his internal turbulence unexpectedly calming.