How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Although Stuart was undeniably handsome, he wasn't Morwenna's type.

His temperament was sour and nasty, resembling a charming but sinister villain.

Morwenna preferred gentle, cheerful men who would care for her feelings.

Ignoring Stuart's scowling face, Morwenna continued, "The moment I get a suitable place, I'm grabbing my things and moving out. I asked for your number so you can call me when Norbert visits. I'll need a heads up from you, sir."

Her request for Stuart's phone number was solely for Norbert's visits and had nothing to do with Stuart himself.

Rubbing his temples, Stuart faced the defiant young woman. "Why are you buttering up Grandpa? You can't take anything from my family."

"Sir, are you a bit paranoid, thinking everyone's out to get you?" Morwenna retorted. "I see Norbert as family, just trying to make him happy. Don't worry. I won't take anything from here."

Morwenna's voice remained clear and sweet like a bubbling spring even when she mocked Stuart.

After speaking her mind, she returned to her room, uninterested in dealing with Stuart any longer.

picking up on her taunting tone,

motives. People who claimed to aim at no interests

care for

suppressing her true

bags, though there wasn't much to pack. She planned to leave with

that a man in a floral shirt had broken her suitcase, and she needed to

house hunting

in Rosefrost Hollow, the room was arranged to look almost the same as Stuart's bedroom rather than a hospital room,

Dr. Fletcher Vaughn, a man with keen eyes dressed in a

have you got everything I asked

it's the scent

"It should be."

care products lined up in front of him, These were Morwenna's go-to brands,

the experiment until his trusted friend Fletcher returned from abroad, preferring to sleep in front of someone he could fully trust.