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?"

course not, Norbert. No matter how useless he is, I'll take care of him. We believe

their circles knew that someone dared call Stuart, the feared tycoon, useless, they'd be

looked at Morwenna's naive and sincere face, feeling like a

Norbert decided to secretly transfer the ownership

they returned to the Hetfield's Homestead. He left in a hurry, intent on hiding the marriage certificate. That way, there'd be no easy way out for

was the place where Stuart

even ordinary, with

its exclusivity wasn't about wealth. Living there was

off at the entrance

a small yard enclosed by a picket fence with a modest three-story

of the grandest house in her village, though not as grandly decorated, which

wealthy as she feared, which eased her

was spacious, perfect for growing

the house, took

in, she saw Stuart sitting on

and casually elegant, Stuart had left his suit jacket aside, his shirt collar loosely opened, revealing an alluring Adam's apple. A small mole