How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

When Morwenna finished cooking, she found Adelaide had already left the house. Not that it mattered much because she had only prepared one portion anyway.

When placing the food on the dining table, Morwenna cheerfully said to Stuart, "Breakfast is ready, Stuart. I've got to go. See you."

With a deep look in his eyes, Stuart said again, "Wait a minute."

Morwenna furrowed her brows, wondering what sort of trouble Stuart was brewing. She had made his meal. What more could he possibly want?

Stuart handed her a document. "Take a look and sign it if everything seems fine."

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contract. But this time, it wasn't about sending her away. It was a three-year marriage contract, including a blank check. Stuart's voice was lazy and carefree as he said, "You like money, don't you? You agreed to sleep with me

full of surprise, were fixed on Stuart, searching for even

indifference, as cold and chilling as the deepest

expression for the first time. "Stuart, what

and support, a bond of love and reliance. Even if they couldn't achieve that, they should at least part amicably, with some semblance of

her resistance. "Just sign it. Isn't it said that money

impatience. "Don't be so greedy,

divorce, yet you selfishly ask me to leave, bearing the title of Stuart's wife, unable to remarry. Sure, for Norbert's sake, I can

uglier. The last person who had dared to