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.

the phone, "Take good care of Morwenna. She's now staying at Windcharm Villas, and if you dare turn her away, that woman will never set foot in our family again!" Stuart's voice deepened. "This is the

he looked at Morwenna with narrowed eyes.

her gaze inadvertently falling on a small, mesmerizing mole near the corner of

villain eyeing his prey with sharp fangs exposed. "Given you're so stubborn about

didn't make it sound like an easy

threats and daring to step into his life, she should

was utterly reluctant, Morwenna saw Stuart's agreement as

she nearly bumped into

is this beautiful beauty?"

home to Stuart. There were other men and women. sᴇaʀᴄh

living room was full of drinks, and a

an invisible barrier, with him sitting apart

had spoken earlier, everyone had fallen silent, and

dozen pairs of eyes fixed

in, the drunk crowd

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