How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna shot Stuart a look as if he were some kind of lecher.

Stuart rolled his eyes at her. "Relax. I'm not interested in little girls like you."

Morwenna pouted. "So, we're just going to sleep beside each other. That's it?"

"Yep."

"Can I sleep in the middle of the bed, with a pillow between us?"

"Sure."

"And instead of paying back the orchids, can I plant some vegetables in the backyard?"

Stuart's face darkened with impatience. "Whatever you want."

Seeing Stuart on the brink of losing his temper, Morwenna quickly agreed.

She reassured herself internally. After all, she and Stuart were married, so sharing a bed was only natural.

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Morwenna convinced herself and

a scent like cedar wood,

she couldn't understand why Stuart would agree to the arrangement since

and the small mole near his eye, which somehow made his cold gaze all the more

looked away, her cheeks warming. She thought

cold medicine might be kicking in, and Morwenna soon drifted off to sleep

smirk of scorn played on Stuart's lips. He could get this

mid-mock, he noticed that she was

asleep in front

Indeed, no one dared to rest too close to

old playmate once described sleeping beside him as resting beside

for a long while, listening

mood softened, and

a phone call, Norbert decided to check

tiptoed up to Stuart's room. Pushing the door

was much faster than he'd

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