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 turn her away,

eyes. "You said you wanted to take care of

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

prey with

he didn't make it sound

his life, she should be prepared for the

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

she nearly bumped into a

Hetfield, who is this beautiful beauty?"

saw the house wasn't just home to Stuart. There were other men and women. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

of drinks, and a group gathered around, boisterously enjoying

though, it seemed as if there was an invisible

and since Morwenna had been outside, she hadn't noticed

dozen pairs of eyes

Morwenna walked in, the drunk crowd

she is special, isn't she? What era is this antique from? Looks