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."

wondered what she was supposed to sign. Was he worried she wouldn't keep her word and refuse to leave?

including a blank check. Stuart's voice was lazy and carefree as he said, "You like money, don't you? You agreed

of surprise, were fixed on Stuart, searching for even a trace of

she only saw his lofty indifference, as cold

cold expression for

reliance. Even if they couldn't achieve that, they should at least part amicably, with some semblance of respect for one another, not with a

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

impatience. "Don't be so

furious enough to curse, and so she did. "Are you out of your mind, you crazy old man! You wanted me gone, and I agreed. You know Norbert has our marriage certificate, that we can't 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 accept it. But

uglier. The last person who had dared to speak to him like that had ended up