How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart groggily observed the woman straddling his waist, one hand clutching his shirt at the chest, the other balled into a fist.

He felt a headache.

He just woke up, and his voice was as hoarse as a bass drum. "Drop it."

Recognising Stuart was totally awake and his hold on her neck was lessening, Morwenna's face ballooned up in indignation, looking like a miffed squirrel, she retorted "What about you let go of my neck first, huh?!" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Stuart released his hold, noticing the purplish bruises on Morwenna's neck. His gaze flickered momentarily.

He muttered, "Who let you in?"

Morwenna suddenly felt guilty. "I saw you weren't up at this hour and thought you might have passed out. Just came to check."

With those words, her guilt intensified.

Before she entered, Stuart had been sleeping soundly, undisturbed.

After her entrance, Stuart's handsome face bore a bruise, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

Morwenna was about to say something to mend the situation.

Feeling her unusually high body temperature through his clothes as she sat on his waist, Stuart finally scowled, "How long do you plan on sitting there?"

would take

part of that discussion, she

sitting on him,

like she was in the wrong, but there was this nagging thought

his room, climbed onto his bed,

she reacted out of defense when

for her neck first, and her response was just basic

it inside, Morwenna

sincerely apologized. "Stuart, I'm sorry for entering your room without

quickly fled Stuart's

stairs, she sighed

she was, striking him on the second day of their marriage. She

the room, Stuart dabbed at the blood

gaze rippled like a lake

while resting, a rule well understood by the folks at the Hetfield's Homestead. Nobody dared

hadn't encountered such a situation since coming into power

had hurt

marks on her neck, he knew the force he

girl didn't fear him. Instead,

suppressed the irritability brought

Morwenna reheated breakfast downstairs and

nothing had happened, she greeted him with a sincere smile, "Stuart,