How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart had always been ruthless.

When he set his mind to something, he went all in with a wild, unfettered determination and not a shred of sympathy or softness.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the nickname "The Beast."

Yet, as Stuart looked at Morwenna, her eyes slightly red and pleading and clutching at him pitifully, something unexpected happened. He felt a pang of compassion. She said she wanted to go home.

The atmosphere in the VIP lounge was still buzzing.

Laughter and banter echoed around them.

The air was thick with the smells of various drinks and the biting scent of cigarettes, like a chaotic feast.

At that moment, Stuart felt the innocent and bright Morwenna shouldn't see this.

He even disliked the idea of others seeing her in that state.

Suddenly, Stuart draped his suit jacket over Morwenna's head and pulled her close into his embrace.

to shield her from the

Morwenna didn't

suddenly raised his voice. "Shut up,

hit mute instantly,

turned to a woman so drunk that she was barely conscious and said coldly, "Don't

thought Stuart was interested in the woman and quickly responded, "Sure, sure, Mr. Hetfield, I won't touch

the room with

faint scent of cologne on Stuart, reminiscent of the crisp fragrance of pine and melting snow

had finally helped the waitress

had initially claimed it was her choice,

a good man. Maybe he

that Stuart had seen

exposing Morwenna to such vile darkness. There were many ways to teach her about reality without subjecting her to such filth. The world

tightly to Stuart's clothes,

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upon them that Morwenna returned to reality, feeling like she had moved between two