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 Stuart was being incredibly kind to

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

a sip and grimaced

was Fletcher's prescription, meant to replenish her after

taking herbal tea, but drinking it sip by sip made

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

a fracture. It was clear she wouldn't be able to handle the cup herself anytime soon, so he firmly refused, "No, you

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

the dark, uninviting

fearless in so many ways, to dread the bitterness

taking such

a bold move and kissed Stuart, even giving his lips a slight

completely taken

drunk,