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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voice was lazy and carefree

full of surprise, were fixed on Stuart,

his lofty indifference, as cold and chilling

with a cold expression for

at least part amicably, with some semblance of respect for one another, not with a contract that

that money can easily keep

showing his impatience. "Don't be so greedy, kiddo. What more could

remarry. Sure, for Norbert's sake, I can accept it. But let's make it clear. I owe you nothing. I haven't spent any of your money or taken anything of yours. You

last person who had dared to speak to him like