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.

her bathrobe, meeting others, set off a tempest inside

his presence heavy with authority, and advanced towards Morwenna step by

neared, Morwenna took a couple of

Stuart's gaze darkened.

to get closer? Or did

grabbed Morwenna's

to Stuart that he

frowned, "You're hurting

faster than his mind, releasing

to choke someone without relenting, let

voice cool, "A friend you

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

Adelaide and didn't come back all night, I didn't demand any

been compromising and tolerant

her

Morwenna's firm stance, Stuart's eyes narrowed slightly,

was terrifying, just like how he had

Morwenna refused to

trouble, Claude's frail health and sensitive nature could lead to real disaster. Their gazes locked,

out for Morwenna