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.

shield her from the noise and

under the jacket, Morwenna didn't resist. Instead, she felt

raised his

room seemed to hit mute instantly, and

that she was barely conscious and said coldly, "Don't touch

and quickly responded, "Sure, sure, Mr. Hetfield, I won't touch

left the room

cologne on Stuart, reminiscent of the crisp fragrance

finally helped

claimed it was her choice, but he intervened

man. Maybe he couldn't

she know that Stuart had seen such scenes far

was concerning her. He regretted exposing Morwenna to such vile darkness. There were many ways to teach her about reality without subjecting her to such filth.

tightly to Stuart's clothes,

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Stuart removed the jacket from her head and sunlight fell upon them that