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.

100 thousand for the compensation for the orchids, it could fund the small mountain school for months. Sᴇaʀᴄh

and briskly climbed into

scent like cedar wood, similar to Stuart's natural

Stuart would agree to

his handsome profile and the small mole near his eye, which somehow made his cold

warming. She thought

medicine might be kicking in, and Morwenna soon drifted off

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

noticed that she was already

just fell asleep in front of him? Without

used to solitude. Indeed, no one dared to rest too close

old playmate once described sleeping beside him as resting beside a venomous snake,

long while,

mood softened,

making a phone call,

Stuart's room. Pushing the

faster

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