How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna, clutching a lunchbox, adjusted her skirt as she approached the elevator.

Every time she went to see Stuart, she made an extra effort to look neat and pretty.

The elevator doors slid open. Morwenna glanced around, puzzled by the emptiness. Normally, there would be several bodyguards and an assistant milling about on this floor. Today, there was no one.

Without overthinking it, Morwenna headed towards Stuart's office.

She knocked, but no reply came. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Pushing the door open, she found the office empty.

Was Stuart not at the Hetfield Group today?

That seemed odd. The receptionist hadn't mentioned anything when she arrived.

Maybe he was taking a nap in the lounge?

Morwenna walked over and gently pushed open the lounge door.

Unexpectedly, she saw Stuart emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

dropped to his chest

She gasped in shock.

scars, burns, cuts, and even what looked like bite marks from some beast,

the Hetfield Group. How could

Morwenna was even more baffled. With

here? What are

an angered beast, and he began advancing towards

presence made Morwenna's body tense

gritted her teeth and asked, "Stuart, who did

shot out his hand and gripped

look at things you're not supposed to see!" Stuart seemed overtaken by a bloodthirsty

choked before she

eyes stayed fixed on

sanity and madness, his grip tightening and then suddenly

remembered her first intrusion into Stuart's room. Even in his sleep, he hadn't been

his emotions, Morwenna didn't fight back this time. Instead, she gently touched one of the scars on Stuart's abdomen and

bring some