How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart's room in Hetfield's Homestead had always been preserved, but now it looked no different from a guest room, stripped of anything personally important to him. Yet, as he stared at the soft pink hues decorating the room, he couldn't help but pause in momentary bewilderment.

Turning to Morwenna, who followed him in, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you get Grandpa to do this?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Before Morwenna could respond, Norbert approached and interjected, "Actually, I took the liberty of arranging this. This is your new room. If you're not satisfied, feel free to choose another." Norbert was clearly displeased with Stuart. Although Morwenna was somewhat forced upon Stuart by him, she was a wonderful girl, and in Norbert's view, Stuart should at least not mistreat her. Had this been any other time, Stuart would have simply walked away, never keen on returning to Hetfield's Homestead. But today, he surprisingly replied, "I'm quite pleased, actually." With that, he pulled Morwenna into the room.

Norbert tried to follow, but Stuart quickly shut the door behind them and locked it.

Outside, Norbert's eyebrows nearly shot up to his hairline in surprise. He had just heard what sounded like satisfaction from Stuart, and saw him holding Wenna's hand. Was Stuart in a good mood today?

snippets of the conversation inside. Unfortunately, the soundproofing was too effective, and he couldn't hear a thing. Frustrated, he muttered, "I'll replace this door tomorrow." Despite his

sat on a pastel yellow sofa-an odd sight, a burly man against

"Stuart, why did you pull me in here? If you're going to bring up my past again, I won't be so forgiving," she warned. She was ready to set him straight if he crossed the line again. "Morwenna," Stuart began, causing her expression to freeze

in the village warning her about men's promises, saying they were not to be trusted at all. Now, she believed those words. Men were

to spout more pretentious affection,

Stuart simply looked into her eyes and said, "I think the wound on my back might be infected. Could you take

immediately. "What? Didn't Fletcher treat it last

on Stuart's wounds. If