How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart grabbed the marriage license and tossed it carelessly to Norbert.

It was like ticking off a checklist for him. He turned, got into his car, and slammed the door shut.

Caught off guard and fuming, Norbert yelled, "Hold on there, young man! You just got married, and you have a wife now. Are you planning to leave her behind?"

Stuart rolled down the window, ignored Norbert's words, and looked coldly at Morwenna. "Remember, this marriage stays under wraps. Don't blab about us outside. It's beneath me!"

With that, he revved the engine, leaving a puff of exhaust and speeding away before Morwenna could respond.

Norbert staggered with anger.

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Norbert could hardly conceal his embarrassment. He also wanted to ask if Wenna was okay.

Coughing slightly to clear his throat, he spoke earnestly, "Wenna, you know the deal with my grandson, don't you? He's tough to deal with and not good at much. You wouldn't consider divorcing him, would you?"

assured him, "Of course not, Norbert. No matter how useless he is, I'll take care

in their circles knew that someone dared call Stuart, the feared tycoon,

Morwenna's naive and sincere face, feeling like a villain who had tricked a young girl into

the ownership of Stuart's villa to Morwenna when he got

take Morwenna to the villa where Stuart lived, hoping to give the young couple some space to foster their relationship before they returned to the Hetfield's Homestead. He

Villas was the place where Stuart usually

complex wasn't luxurious, even ordinary, with

Living there was a symbol

The driver dropped Morwenna off at the entrance of Windcharm Villas, not

small yard enclosed by a picket fence with

the grandest house in her village, though not as grandly

wealthy as she feared, which eased her worries

spacious, perfect for growing

the house, took out the key Norbert gave her, and

saw Stuart sitting

an alluring Adam's apple. A small mole at the corner of his eye lifted as he looked up, every move radiating a lazy