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.

out

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

until her cheeks turned pink, her stern expression breaking

"Life is full of hardships. A laugh could be all it takes to get

like to get physical, don't you?"

fighting. Well, not

you

persisted but was tinged with a hint of

always hoped that Morwenna would lead a peaceful life, find a good partner, and avoid

Stuart's eyes, pondering if he could be

to him, like a moth drawn to a gentle warmth, unaware of the potential danger that it might be a perilous

The night passed.

morning, Stuart

just including his favorite foods, but also colors, books,

the other elders in Hetfield's Homestead