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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herself and briskly climbed into

the blanket was soft, carrying a scent like cedar wood, similar to Stuart's natural

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

and the small mole near his eye, which somehow made his cold gaze all the more enchanting, as if one could be obsessed by

She thought she might still have

might be kicking in, and Morwenna

scorn played on Stuart's lips. He could get this girl into

that

asleep in front of him? Without any guard

no one dared to

once described sleeping beside him as resting beside a venomous snake, always on the

a long while, listening to her

tense mood softened,

after making a phone call, Norbert decided to

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faster than

frivolity masking a cold, hardened interior, unlikely ever to trust enough to marry or have children.