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.

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

their breaths intertwining, heating the room with an unspoken tension. Eventually, Stuart, in a rare act of mercy, pulled away, leaving Morwenna's skin blushing a deep pink from her neck down,

the heavens, a beacon of light in his gloom. He didn't expose her act; instead, he gently lifted her, covering her with his jacket to shield her from prying eyes, and

Mr. Hetfield and Ms. Winslet a stark contrast to any previous relationships he'd had before, including Adelaide. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

want to be carried home like this, yet the thought of waking

her into the private elevator. Nobody should see them, save for the three assistants, the guard and the receptionists,

professionalism, though