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.

should reveal her consciousness. She realized that it wasn't the lobster she had bitten, but Stuart's lips. The cool, pine-like scent confirmed it was him, even without opening her eyes. Choosing to feign sleep, she wrestled with the reality

rare act of mercy,

time in years, felt a genuine joy. His life had been filled with darkness and solitude, but Morwenna seemed like a gift from 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

a solemn expression, fully understanding the unique bond between Mr. Hetfield and Ms. Winslet a stark contrast to any previous relationships he'd had before, including Adelaide. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

didn't want to

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

usual professionalism, though Emma couldn't hide