How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

It was a typical afternoon when Stuart left for the office.

Morwenna had taken a few days off to look after him, but now that he was out, she found herself with nothing but idle time on her hands.

Despite feeling a bit down, Morwenna always managed to hide her troubles around Stuart, especially considering the injury on his back that had already demanded many compromises from her. Restlessness got the better of her, and she decided to find something to do to distract herself. Suddenly, she remembered something important she had yet to address.

She dug out her ancient phone and dialed Barclay's number. Just yesterday, he had promised her a job opportunity during a casual outing and even given her his number to make the plan seem more legitimate.

The phone rang, and irate Barclay answered, "Who's this?"

"Barclay, it's Morwenna. I'm calling about the job you mentioned yesterday."

There was a pause on the other side. Barclay was shocked that Morwenna dared to call him after their last encounter. "Are you out of your mind? Do you think I'd help you get a job?"

Morwenna stayed cool, saying "Why not? You can mess with me all you want, but a deal's a deal."

out a laugh mixed with frustration. "Alright then, if you dare,

her canvas tote bag and headed out

found her way to the

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in floral swim shorts and

mischievous grin, unleashed the wolfhound. "Don't you see we have a guest? Go

with meat still clinging to

would intimidate anyone, male or female, especially with a dog that seemed larger

up in the mountains, she had faced real wolves. A wolfhound was hardly a

in its tracks. Recognizing the danger in her gaze, the wolfhound halted, its

head. The wolfhound, its hackles raised initially, soon started

speechless. His pet, usually so bold and aggressive, was now subdued

dog, Morwenna walked straight up