How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna's cheeks flushed a bright red, totally caught off guard by Stuart's sudden embrace. But instead of pulling away, she found herself burying her face deeper into his chest, haunted by the memory of the scene she'd witnessed at the pub last time they were here.

"Let's head inside," Stuart suggested, his voice calm and collected.

Fletcher rolled his eyes. Was there ever a time they weren't flaunting their affection?

The trio stepped into the pub's largest private room.

As soon as the door swung open, "Surprise!" echoed from four guys jumping up in unison.

Center stage, there was a giant cardboard box adorned with a fancy bow.

The moment Stuart made his appearance, the crowd erupted in excitement, and out of the box sprang a woman clutching a bouquet of flowers.

room fell into an

sneaked a peek at the girl emerging from the gift box, recognizing her from their last visit to the pub. Back then, the girl's makeup was overdone, her appearance somewhat worn. Today, however, she looked significantly more

silence, Stuart inquired indifferently, "Whose

this is the girl you saved at the pub

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and not so sweet, "Don't know her. She's not my

usual, showing his disdain without a filter. He gently pushed Morwenna's

working there. That night had

with many believing Mr. Hetfield had taken a special interest in her. Even Stuart's circle had heard about

they thought to surprise Stuart by bringing the girl over, especially since Stuart, nearing thirty, still hadn't shown much interest

the room, arm in arm