How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Fletcher quickly made his exit; another minute of witnessing the couple's nauseating display of affection, and he might have gone blind.

Stuart noticed Morwenna zoning out a bit. He leaned over and reassured her, "Don't be scared, kiddo. You're going to see a lot more later on in life, and I hope you're never scared of me."

Morwenna thought for a moment, then beamed a radiant smile. "I'm not scared of you. I like you."

Even though she knew Stuart could be harsh and calculative, it seemed she wasn't frightened at all.

In her heart, the impression of Stuart as a good person was deeply etched.

Hearing her say she liked him brought a slight uplift to the corners of his eyes, his face brightening with pleasure.

Morwenna didn't realize what it meant to witness Stuart's wounds up close, to understand the stories behind them.

It implied that Stuart wasn't keeping her at a distance anymore. He was ready to let her into his world, ready to show her even the darkest parts, step by step.

simply felt that

her herbal tea for three straight days. Half an hour after breakfast, Stuart approached again, cup in hand, cooing gently, "Stop daydreaming,

sip and grimaced at

tea was Fletcher's prescription, meant to replenish her after losing too much

drinking it sip by

in distaste, and even before the handsome Stuart, she couldn't help but protest, "Stuart, can I please drink it by myself?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

hands; both were injured, one dislocated and the other in a cast from a fracture. It was clear she wouldn't be able

turned even more sour, and in frustration, she blurted out, "Oh come on, Stuart, this is like torture! Do you even know how bitter this is? I can hardly

dark,

many ways, to dread

Morwenna detested bitterness, never taking such an herbal

taste lingering in her mouth, Morwenna made a bold move and kissed Stuart, even giving his lips a slight

completely taken

been drunk, she'd