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.

seemed to shield her from the

under the jacket, Morwenna

suddenly raised his voice. "Shut up,

lively room seemed to hit mute instantly,

barely conscious and said coldly, "Don't touch

was interested in the woman and quickly responded,

the room with Morwenna

of cologne

finally helped the

it was her choice,

good man. Maybe he couldn't bear it in

Stuart had seen such scenes far too often

her. He regretted exposing Morwenna to such vile darkness. There were many ways to teach her about reality without subjecting her to such filth. The world was of enough pretense

clothes, Morwenna

rattled. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

removed the jacket from her head and sunlight fell upon them that Morwenna returned to reality,