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

of that discussion, she might

she was still sitting on

like she was in the wrong, but there was this

into his room, climbed onto his bed,

out of

for her neck first, and her response

justified it inside, Morwenna felt

sorry for entering your room

quickly fled Stuart's

the stairs,

the second day of their marriage. She worried about whether

dabbed at the blood at the

rippled like a lake disturbed

well understood by the folks at the Hetfield's Homestead. Nobody dared intrude into his room.

since coming into power

had hurt someone

the marks on her neck, he knew the

the girl didn't fear him. Instead,

the irritability

Morwenna reheated breakfast downstairs

she greeted him