How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Norbert chuckled, his mustache quivering, "Fine, fine, I won't get mad at you."

He picked a variety show on TV and was engrossed in it.

However, Morwenna couldn't focus on the TV show. Sitting too close to Stuart, she instinctively sat up straight.

Stuart was also distracted. Once again, he caught a whiff of that drowsy scent.

It was closer than before this time.

Since they had agreed to catch a few hours of sleep together last time, Stuart had been too busy to replicate that scent.

His chronic insomnia had been making him increasingly irritable.

Sitting so close, with her soft hand tightly holding his, Stuart slowly closed his eyes.

The variety show on TV burst into laughter, and unconsciously leaning toward Morwenna, Stuart fell asleep in the living room.

Morwenna froze as Stuart's breathing whispered in her ear.

What on earth was he doing?

playing the part of

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stunned

Stuart's sleeping troubles better than

countless remedies for Stuart's insomnia, but none

the TV blaring and other

the last time he saw Stuart and Morwenna sleeping together, and

It was Morwenna's doing!

Morwenna tried to get up to

no need, and hurried out

felt assured that letting Morwenna marry Stuart

left, Morwenna looked at the person beside her

realized he wasn't pretending. He was

thought about

then, she remembered the irritable and aggressive aura Stuart emitted each time he woke

peacefully, she let him

Stuart slept on.

didn't move

evening, when the last rays of the setting sun gently covered them, that