How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Greta propped her chin on her hands, eyeing Morwenna with a playful smirk. "Everyone has another side, darling. It depends on what you like about them. Do you like his money? His looks? Or his

personality?"

Morwenna appeared to be pondering seriously. "It's hard to say. I just think he's a good person. He's mostly gentle, quite handsome, and treats me well. His grandfather is a lovely man too. Everything seems just fine."

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After a moment, still chuckling, Greta said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you. It's just sweetie. Are you sure you're not misunderstanding something about Stuart? Besides being a looker, he's quite different from what you've described."

Morwenna frowned slightly.

But that was the Stuart she knew.

been quite gentle with her ever since, except maybe a bit biased when it came to issues involving Adelaide. Seeing Morwenna's frown, Greta quickly softened her tone. "Alright, it's clear you like Stuart. But what if I

the scars she had seen on

her head. "I don't want to leave him. I want

much sympathy for those who messed with company funds. They deserved their punishment. What worried her more were the scars on Stuart. She didn't

known him earlier, she would have protected him just like

stunned, understanding now why Stuart was drawn

was a kind of resilience and optimism, a purity that attracted those tainted by the

reached out and ruffled Morwenna's hair, her tone big-sisterly.

know how to face him. He

to proceed without anyone to turn to. She found herself confiding her doubts to

be yourself around Stuart. That's

what if I say something