How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart glanced at Morwenna indifferently.

"What does your promise have to do with me?" Stuart said coldly.

"But Norbert is your grandfather."

"I don't care."

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His face remained expressionless as he looked at the frazzled young woman before him.

Biting her lip, Morwenna pleaded softly, "Stuart, Norbert is getting old, and his heart isn't what it used to be. Please, I'm begging you. After tomorrow, I'll take on more chores. Please."

Norbert had supported her for many years and was the only one who seemed to care about her through his letters.

Morwenna had little to her name, and she was desperate to protect what little connection she had.

Stuart scrutinized her, then suddenly let out a cold, unrestrained laugh. "I can play the part of your husband for a day, but after that, you're moving out."

eyes widened upon hearing

that I promised Norbert I'd look

everything perfectly. Someone cleans Windcharm Villas daily, and my favorite meals are ready without fail. Even before

unusually

speaking the truth. He didn't need her care. Her presence only

clearly realized that Stuart

only nominal, a wish of Grandpa. I'll set you up in a house, but I don't want to

took a

but I have

mocking. "A house in Rosefrost Hollow isn't enough? What else do

blood, hoping for one last grab at his

his sarcasm, Morwenna said sternly, "I don't want your house. My only condition is that you inform me if Norbert visits. Just pretend we're still together for his sake. I don't want

"What?"

you agree, I'll find a place and

discern if this was genuinely for his grandfather or a ploy to stay entangled with him. He saw no longing for

eyes darkened, and then, he

his offer, Morwenna nodded