How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna perked up right as it was about to strike midnight.

She quickly turned to Stuart and beamed, "Happy Birthday, Stuart!"

"I might not be the first to wish you today, but I'm definitely the last," she added with a playful wink.

"You just had spaghetti, Stuart. Let's call it another birthday gift for you. Wish you a good life!"

Her voice was soft and melodious, the extended tones filled with delight, captivating and joyful.

Stuart gazed at Morwenna, his face calm and gentle. But inside, a turmoil raged. A lonely soul was grasping at any fleeting moment of intrigue, ready to dive into hell if it meant holding on to something. Morwenna's smile was genuine and carefree, her eyes twinkling merrily.

That night, Stuart stayed in Hetfield's Homestead, canceling his supposed business trip.

The two lay in the same bed with a respectful distance between them.

Morwenna stole a glance at Stuart, realizing that the business trip was just an excuse, a way for him to distance himself from her.

Stuart reached out

so soft," he murmured, something he'd wanted to do for

him pinch until her cheeks

loved to laugh. Her friend Melvin once said, "Life is full

you sure like to get physical, don't

one for fighting. Well, not often...

fighting, you

tinged with

gentleness. Her mother had always hoped that Morwenna would lead a peaceful life, find a good partner, and avoid strife. Unfortunately, her

Stuart's eyes, pondering if

moved closer to him, like a moth drawn to a

The night passed.

Stuart seemed back

on hold, Morwenna had some free time and decided to delve deeper into understanding Stuart, not just including his favorite foods, but also colors, books, habits and his

other elders in Hetfield's Homestead remained tight-lipped