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.

small mountain

convinced herself and briskly climbed

soft, carrying a scent like

Stuart would agree to the arrangement

at 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

warming. She

kicking in, and Morwenna soon drifted off

of scorn played on Stuart's lips. He could get this girl into bed with a hundred thousand. She was a

that

fell asleep in front of him?

solitude. Indeed, no one

once described sleeping beside him as resting beside a

her for a long while, listening to

mood softened, and he closed

still uneasy after making a phone call, Norbert decided to

Villas, he tiptoed up to Stuart's room. Pushing

much faster

of frivolity masking a cold, hardened interior, unlikely ever to trust enough to marry or have children. So, he resorted to such extreme measures