How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart was deep in thought.

For the first time, someone had promised to look out for him, to treat him well.

It was almost laughable.

Yet, for some reason, Stuart didn't laugh.

The icy look in his eyes softened as he realized he had misjudged the girl before him.

Then, Stuart caught a whiff of a faint scent, like lavender mixed with the sweetness of vanilla, a calming, sleep-inducing aroma.

Was he feeling sleepy? Had the scent been the reason for his calmness last night?

Stuart turned to Zoe and said, "Zoe, you can leave now."

Casting a worried glance at Morwenna, Zoe paused, left some cold medicine on the table, and left.

Stuart stepped out of the bathtub with a stern face and said indifferently, "Kiddo, get dressed and come to my room."

Shivering in the cold water, Morwenna protested with a trembling voice, "Go to your room for what? And I'm not a kiddo. I have a name, Morwenna."

don't test my patience further." Stuart's voice carried

wait for Morwenna's agreement. With his clothes

pouted, looking

trying so hard to make

Wenna, be strong. It's

hair, and took the cold medicine Zoe had left

for? Was he planning to make things difficult for

hesitated but

not he would find something to blame

a deep breath and pushed it open. After

entering, Morwenna saw Stuart leaning against the bed, eyes

slack and careless when he was awake, but in sleep, there was an intense vibe about him. Sᴇaʀch

he appear more peaceful and

opened his eyes, his

remembered the last time she approached a sleeping

no time, she said, "It's me. It's me. Don't freak out. You've got serious bed grumpiness, but remember, you asked me

deep voice murmuring.

back warily.

him drowsy

deepened. "Come here,

didn't respond well to harshness, rolled her