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.

eyes involuntarily dropped to

She gasped in shock.

tapestry of scars, burns, cuts, and even what looked like bite

grandson of the Hetfield Group. How could anyone dare to

in Rosefrost Hollow, Morwenna was even more baffled. With Norbert around, who

you in here? What are you

angered beast, and he began advancing towards

made Morwenna's

gritted her teeth and

his hand and gripped Morwenna's

to see!" Stuart seemed overtaken by a bloodthirsty rage,

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

fixed on the

struggling between sanity and madness, his

choked, Morwenna remembered her first intrusion into Stuart's room. Even in

his 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 me, Morwenna.

endearment seemed to bring some clarity