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."

my patience further." Stuart's voice carried his usual

Morwenna's agreement. With his clothes still damp, he turned

Stuart left, Morwenna pouted, looking like a

hard to make it through

cheer herself up, whispering, "Come on, Wenna, be strong. It's okay. You're here to

dry clothes, dried her hair, and took the cold medicine

did Stuart want her upstairs for? Was he planning to make things difficult

but

her whether or not he

hearing no response, took a deep breath and pushed it open. After all, Stuart had asked her to

Morwenna saw Stuart leaning against

awake, but in sleep, there was an intense

more peaceful and calm in

she pondered it, Stuart opened his eyes, his gaze

the last time she approached a sleeping Stuart. He was

me. It's me. Don't freak out. You've got serious bed

expression softened, his deep voice murmuring.

back warily. "What

made him drowsy wafted

"Come here,

respond well to harshness, rolled her eyes