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, that woman

with narrowed eyes.

inadvertently falling on a small, mesmerizing mole near the corner of Stuart's

like a villain eyeing his prey with

didn't make it sound

into his

of threats from Norbert and Stuart was utterly reluctant, Morwenna saw Stuart's agreement as a positive sign. Her

the house. Then she nearly bumped

is this beautiful beauty?" the

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

dozen pairs of eyes fixed on

drunk crowd encircled her, sizing her

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