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 climbed into

blanket was soft, carrying a scent like cedar wood, similar to

would agree to the

somehow made his cold gaze all the more enchanting, as if one could be obsessed by looking too

warming. She thought

and Morwenna soon drifted

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

mid-mock, he noticed that she was already

front of him? Without any

to solitude. Indeed, no one

old playmate once described sleeping beside him as resting beside

watched her for a long while, listening to her steady

tense mood softened,

after making a phone call, Norbert decided to check on

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

much faster than

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