How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart's face was a storm cloud.

Sitting there, he seemed like a dark lord presiding over a shadowy abyss, an air of menace wafting from him. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Where did you go dressed like that?" Stuart's voice was ice cold.

Morwenna had rushed out too quickly, not even changing out of her bathrobe, just throwing on a coat before heading out.

"I went to see a friend," Morwenna said casually.

She was an honest soul, loath to lie, but she wasn't keen on sharing with Stuart about her tutoring job.

She feared that if anything went awry, Stuart would react as he had with the Whites, taking actions he shouldn't.

Hearing Morwenna's reply seemed to make Stuart's aura even more foreboding.

Where did Morwenna go dressed like that? And who did she meet?

Just out of the shower, clad in a bathrobe-such intimacy was meant for the closest of companions.

Stuart had never minded before; Morwenna's mere presence was enough.

of her in her bathrobe, meeting others, set off a tempest

his presence heavy with

neared, Morwenna took

Stuart's gaze darkened.

closer? Or did she feel

his wrath and grabbed Morwenna's wrist. "Who did you meet?

Stuart that he was acting

frowned, "You're

his mind, releasing

led him to choke someone without relenting, let alone merely causing pain to a

voice

out to meet someone at night and coming back this late, shouldn't you explain?"

to see Adelaide and didn't come back

had always been compromising and tolerant with

had never stood her ground

firm stance, Stuart's eyes narrowed slightly, a menacing aura enveloping

was angry. A furious Stuart was

Morwenna

trouble, Claude's frail health and sensitive nature

out