How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

After the apology, Morwenna felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she suddenly found Stuart a whole lot more bearable.

Stuart, catching the shift in Morwenna's demeanor, eased up as well. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Only Orson, who was driving, couldn't shake off the tension. Today had been a whirlwind for him; he'd witnessed Stuart apologize, seen him gut a fish, and even found out Stuart couldn't ride an e-bike. Was he going to be silenced for all he knew?

He missed his brother, his uncle, his dad...

Orson sneaked glances at Stuart through the rearview mirror, his driving getting a bit shaky.

Stuart's icy gaze caught him through the mirror. Frozen by that look, Orson's expression stiffened.

"Stuart, are you heading back to the estate or off to the office this afternoon?" Morwenna's voice was sweet and clear, a comforting tone that eased the mood.

"I'm off to the office," Stuart replied, pulling his gaze away.

Orson quickly focused on the road, determined to drive properly.

Mr. Hetfield was intimidating!

there, if Morwenna wasn't around, he'd do well to steer

in his simplicity, had grasped an essential truth-around Morwenna, all

between Stuart and Orson, continued, "What do you feel like for lunch? It's

prices at Rosefrost Hollow, spending

bagels to tide her over,

lunch if Stuart was going there. But

always generous when it came

Stuart agreed, "Sure, anything's fine by

at the

a great place just at the next corner, I used to smell it every

replied, concise

park by the food court up

bustling, no

car, Stuart immediately took hold of

you holding my hand?" Morwenna asked,

crowded, easy to