How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Infuriated by Stuart, that man dared not take his life but raised his switchblade, slowly aiming for Stuart's face. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

It seemed his intent was purely to disfigure, a release of pent-up rage.

At that moment, Morwenna dilated her pupils. Her opportunity had arrived. She swiftly seized the rope from the hands of one trying to tie her up, quickly wrapping it several times and securing it with a tight knot.

Without a moment of hesitation, Morwenna charged forward, not even stopping to pick up the discarded iron rod on the ground. She rushed straight in, grabbing the man's knife hand barehanded. The blade sliced through the palm of her hand, but Morwenna ignored the pain, forcibly wresting the knife from him as they struggled.

The assailant was skilled, but Morwenna was formidable. With her strength and endurance, she feared no injury and used every means possible. She rammed, clawed, and even bit like a wild animal fighting for its life, determined to end him.

Stuart to be safe. She had promised to protect him. And yet, this brute dared to harm Stuart like this. Blood was everywhere,

tensed, his back rigid. His bound hands were strained, veins bulging.

Was Morwenna insane?

had already explained that this was all a setup. He was a notorious mastermind who would

sounds of struggle ceased. It was Morwenna, bloodied but victorious, standing tall. Blood trickled down her forehead, blurring her vision. She wiped

at Morwenna's beaming smile. It felt like a

the ropes binding Stuart with the knife. She thought she heard someone breaking in

let go of her tense nerves

when Fletcher burst in with his team, finding a

were five bodies