How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna gasped as she peered down the towering staircase.

One wrong step and she'd surely end up with a sprained ankle, or worse.

The thought of doctor's bills and medication costs flashed through her mind in that split second, her worries tangling into a thick knot of anxiety about money.

But the anticipated hurt never arrived. Strong arms snagged her at the very last moment.

It was Stuart who had grabbed her.

Stunned, Morwenna found herself looking into Stuart's eyes.

As a kid back in the small mountain town where she grew up, there was an old apple tree that all the kids loved to climb.

Parents would always be there at the bottom, arms wide open and ready to catch their kid if they were to fall.

But that wasn't the case for her.

No matter how many times she fell, no one was there to catch her.

She learned to pick herself up.

to expect to

Stuart's arms, Morwenna felt like one of those kids again, safely caught

and bewildered as

then and there,

you alright?" Adelaide rushed over, a

words Morwenna had been about to say were

placing a delicate pillow

a

banquet is about to start." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt

and Stuart stood side by

also there to pick

seemed to want all three of them to

felt like

the caring sister, cautioned her, "Ms. Winslet, be careful. That dress you're wearing is quite expensive. It would be a shame if it got torn." Stuart briefly scanned the gown enveloping

mix of jealousy and pity in her tone, added, "Stuart, I wanted to help Ms. Winslet pick her dress, but you arranged for her to have one from the second floor. I'm so envious.

from the second floor started at a million dollars, usually reserved for the

slightly. "I

was puzzled. How could it not be Stuart's

"Dresses in the second floor dresses are not something everyone can afford. Maybe Ms. Winslet met some wealthy folks

clear that Morwenna