How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

And he was holding Morwenna as if she was a precious gem.

At the sound of someone calling out "Mr. Hetfield," Morwenna's nerves kicked in, and she instinctively clutched at Stuart's shirt out of embarrassment.

Stuart, sensing her tension, cast a frosty glance towards the front desk. Startled, Emma quickly lowered her head, but couldn't hide the envy in her eyes. With just a glance, Stuart took Morwenna away, walking past the onlookers.

Orson's car was parked right at the front, not bothering with the underground lot, ready for a quick pick-up.

Seeing Stuart emerge, Orson barely reacted until he noticed Morwenna in Stuart's arms, prompting him to swiftly stand up.

The guard, recognizing Stuart, rushed to open the car door with respect.

Stuart, with Morwenna in his arms, got into the car.

was a bundle of

wake up now? How long should she pretend

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did she have to be on

of amusement in his eyes, gently

Morwenna relaxed her body and nestled

Let it be.

still "asleep," oblivious to

Stuart's gaze

Morwenna was sleeping, drove with

enveloped in Stuart's cool scent, Morwenna could tell the car finally stopped. "Oh, we're home," Morwenna pretended to wake up, trying to sound casual as she suggested they head inside. She was clumsy in her anxiety of being found out, which Stuart found especially adorable. He chuckled lightly. Orson turned his head at once, doubting

just chuckle? I

caught up to Morwenna, the