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.

good care of Morwenna. She's now staying at Windcharm Villas, and if you dare

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

gaze inadvertently falling on a small, mesmerizing mole

suddenly chuckled, a sound dark and chilling, like a villain eyeing his prey with sharp fangs exposed. "Given you're so stubborn about remaining here,

it sound like an

into his life, she should be prepared for the

Norbert and Stuart was utterly reluctant, Morwenna saw Stuart's agreement as a positive sign. Her eyes brightened,

into the house. Then she nearly bumped into a man

Hetfield, who is this

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was full of drinks, and a group

seemed as if there was an invisible barrier, with

spoken earlier, everyone had fallen silent, and since Morwenna had been outside, she hadn't noticed

pairs of eyes fixed on

the drunk crowd encircled her,

she? What era is this antique from? Looks so out of