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.

of these implications, Morwenna simply felt that

and care. For his sake, Morwenna endured the bitterness and obediently swallowed down her herbal tea for three

a sip and grimaced

tea was Fletcher's prescription, meant to replenish her

tea, but drinking

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one dislocated and the other in a cast from a fracture. It was clear

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 stand one gulp, and you expect me to take it sip by sip? Try

the dark, uninviting

so many ways, to dread the bitterness of the

detested bitterness, never taking such an herbal tea

the bitter taste lingering in her mouth, Morwenna made a bold move and kissed Stuart, even

completely

been drunk,