How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

As soon as Morwenna blurted it out, she regretted it.

Stuart was notoriously picky about his food; he probably wasn't going to be thrilled about the egg.

But Stuart just arched an eyebrow slightly. He didn't respond, but with a touch of his usual haughtiness, he took a seat on the small stool nearby.

It was a tiny stool, one Morwenna used to rest on when she was tired.

With Stuart's long legs folded on it, it almost seemed too small for him, almost beneath his dignity.

Morwenna paused, wondering if this meant he was willing to eat after all.

She peeled the boiled egg and brought it to Stuart's lips.

Just a plain boiled egg.

Stuart didn't really like it, but he opened his mouth anyway.

Morwenna had never fed someone like this, hand to mouth, and Stuart ended up biting her finger.

He realized immediately, not biting hard, more like a gentle kiss on Morwenna's finger.

she'd been snapped by a mousetrap, nearly dropping the egg in fright, if not for her deep respect

his gaze filled with that usual

stammered, "Stuart, I thought you didn't

before and remembered quite well

Stuart simply said, "I'll

had no choice but

so she thoughtfully poured him some warm

over in a mood for gossip, "Oh, Morwenna, your boyfriend here is quite the

the perfect gentleman, and politely said,

BBQ lady was friendly and chatty, asking, "So, young man,

to ask Stuart such personal

mood and actually replied, "I'm in management at a

companies have good benefits. You got

"It serves its purpose."

could always earn

ecological setting, not quite the city, making the suburbs an acceptable

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