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

scent like cedar

why Stuart would agree to the arrangement since

small mole near his eye, which somehow made

warming. She

cold medicine might be kicking in, and Morwenna soon

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

mid-mock, he noticed that she

in front

was used to solitude. Indeed, no one

sleeping beside him as resting beside a venomous snake,

for a long

softened, and he closed his

phone call,

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

much faster

Stuart well, a façade of frivolity masking a cold, hardened interior, unlikely ever to trust enough to marry or have children. So, he resorted