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?

the door, trying to catch 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 words, a slight chuckle escaped him. He had told Wenna that divorce was an option if things got unbearable, but deep down, he hoped they would manage to

a pastel yellow sofa-an odd sight,

so forgiving," she warned. She was ready to set him straight if he crossed the line

it now?" She remembered her friends back in the village warning her about men's promises, saying they were not to

feared Stuart was about to spout more pretentious affection,

"I think the wound on my back

"What? Didn't Fletcher treat it

wounds. If there was an infection, Fletcher should