How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Get out!" The sharp, undeniable command echoed through the room.

Morwenna flinched, her grip tightening on the suitcase she carried. She believed Norbert was probably right - Stuart may not have what it takes to get a wife. He was undoubtedly handsome but far too fierce for most.-

Yet, she had promised Norbert to take good care of Stuart and couldn't abandon that promise.

After a moment of thought, Morwenna spoke earnestly, "I'm a great cook, you know. I'm quite efficient with the housework, too. And I'm good at looking after people."

Stuart sat there, his demeanor as cold as icicles hanging from the eaves of houses in a winter village, beautiful but dangerously sharp.

But Morwenna wasn't intimidated. As a child, when there were no sweets to eat, she would break off icicles and crunch on them.

She wasn't bothered by the coldness, her face a picture of sincerity.

Suddenly, Stuart's phone rang.

With a casual movement, he answered the call.

She's now staying at Windcharm Villas, and if you dare turn her away, that woman will never set foot in our family again!"

up, he looked at Morwenna with narrowed eyes. "You said you wanted to take

a small, mesmerizing mole

eyeing his prey with

he didn't make it sound like an

his life,

this marriage was out of threats from Norbert and Stuart was utterly reluctant, Morwenna saw Stuart's agreement as a positive sign. Her eyes brightened, curving like crescents in pure joy. Stuart's

her luggage, Morwenna stepped into the house. Then she nearly

this

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living room was full of drinks, and a group gathered

was an invisible barrier, with him sitting

Stuart had spoken earlier, everyone had fallen silent, and since

dozen pairs

walked in, the drunk crowd encircled her, sizing her

What era is this antique from?