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

She gasped in shock.

skin was a tapestry of scars, burns, cuts, and even what looked

was the eldest grandson of the Hetfield Group. How could

Morwenna was even more baffled. With Norbert around, who

let you in here? What are

and he began advancing

presence made Morwenna's body

chilling threat, Morwenna gritted her teeth and asked,

his hand

you see this? You shouldn't look at things you're not supposed to see!" Stuart seemed overtaken by a bloodthirsty rage, his whole demeanor controlled

off guard, Morwenna was choked before she could react, never expecting

eyes stayed fixed on the scars

sanity and

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

emotions, Morwenna didn't fight back this time. Instead, she gently touched one of the scars on Stuart's abdomen and asked with difficulty, "Sir, Does it hurt? It's

bring some clarity to Stuart's