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.

was speechless. The room fell into

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

silence, Stuart inquired indifferently, "Whose idea was

up, "Stuart, this is the girl you saved at the pub that night. Weren't you interested in

seemingly oblivious to Morwenna's presence, and cooed, "Mr. Hetfield." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt

reply was short and not so sweet,

were harsh, as usual, showing his disdain without a filter. He gently pushed Morwenna's head down, as if to

intending to dissuade her from working there. That night had been an eye-opener for Morwenna, not because Stuart wanted to play the hero but to spare

girl had set the rumor mill spinning. Suddenly, this pub girl was in high demand, with many believing Mr. Hetfield

surprise Stuart by bringing the girl over, especially since Stuart, nearing thirty, still

arm in arm with a woman,