How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

After wrapping up the crucial meeting and delegating the remaining tasks to his team, Stuart silently made his way to the break room where Morwenna was still asleep. Her injured arm was carefully placed outside the blanket, as he was cautious not to put any weight on it. Despite the myriad of worries and the hardships she had faced, her peaceful expression painted a picture of a woman without fear, boldly confronting whatever came her way.

Watching her, Stuart felt an irresistible pull, inching closer without even realizing it. There she was, seemingly hidden away just for him, a secret treasure he had stashed away in his world.

In her sleep, Morwenna mumbled something, her lips puckering as though savoring a delicious dream. Stuart, unable to control himself, bent down and softly kissed her. Her lips were soft, stirring a deep desire within him to keep her close, forever.

In her dream, Morwenna was enjoying a lobster roll, biting down on the delightfully soft bun filled with lobster.

had bitten, but Stuart's lips. The cool, pine-like scent confirmed it was him, even without opening her eyes. Choosing

their breaths intertwining, heating the room with an unspoken tension. Eventually, Stuart, in a rare act of mercy, pulled away, leaving

joy. His life had been filled with darkness and solitude, but Morwenna seemed like a gift from the heavens, a beacon of

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her wakefulness and continuing the charade. She didn't want to be

when Stuart carried her into the private elevator. Nobody should see them, save for

coordination, both greeted Stuart with their usual professionalism, though Emma couldn't hide her awe.