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 and

he murmured, something he'd wanted to do for

flinch. She let him pinch until her cheeks turned pink, her stern expression breaking into

once said, "Life is full of hardships.

you sure like to get physical, don't you?"

Well, not often... only when provoked,"

fighting, you are really gentle,

was tinged with a hint of

recalled her mother's gentleness. Her mother had always hoped that Morwenna would lead a peaceful life, find

eyes, pondering if he could be her true

she unconsciously moved closer to him, like a moth drawn to a

The night passed.

morning, 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 past as well. However, she

other elders in Hetfield's Homestead remained tight-lipped about