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.

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