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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blank check. Stuart's voice was lazy and carefree as he said, "You like money, don't you? You agreed to sleep with me once for a hundred thousand dollars. This contract is for

bright eyes, full of surprise, were fixed on

his lofty indifference, as cold

contract, Morwenna confronted Stuart with a cold expression for

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

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

darkened, showing his impatience. "Don't be so greedy,

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

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