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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and briskly

scent like cedar wood, similar to Stuart's

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

Stuart secretly, noticing his handsome profile and the small mole near his eye, which somehow made his cold gaze all the more enchanting, as if one could be obsessed by looking

warming. She thought she might still have a

kicking in, and Morwenna soon drifted off to sleep despite

on Stuart's lips. He could get this girl into bed with a hundred thousand.

mid-mock, he noticed that she was

in front of him?

solitude. Indeed, no one dared to rest too close

sleeping beside him as resting beside

her for a long while, listening

tense mood softened, and he closed

a phone

Stuart's room. Pushing the door open, he peeked

was much faster than he'd

cold, hardened interior, unlikely ever to trust enough to marry