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?"

of Rosefrost Hollow had debated what it would take to stir the real

of that discussion, she might suggest, "Try

she was still sitting on

the wrong, but there was this nagging thought that she went too

into his room, climbed onto his bed, and hit

out

for her neck

how she justified it inside, Morwenna felt she was somewhat in

sorry for entering your room without

Morwenna quickly

stairs, she sighed

her, and here she was, striking him on the second day of their marriage. She worried about

room, Stuart dabbed at the blood at the

deep gaze rippled like a

at the Hetfield's Homestead. Nobody dared intrude into his room. And at Windcharm Villas, it was even

since

hurt someone

on her neck, he knew the force he had

girl didn't fear him. Instead,

rare emotional fluctuation suppressed the irritability brought on

breakfast downstairs and

had happened, she greeted him with a sincere smile, "Stuart, breakfast is