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 an eerie

her from their last visit to the pub. Back then, the girl's makeup was overdone, her appearance somewhat worn. Today,

awkward silence, Stuart inquired indifferently, "Whose

pretty to be true, nervously spoke up, "Stuart, this is the girl you saved at the pub that night. Weren't you

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

a filter. He gently pushed Morwenna's head down, as if to

pub to show her the ropes, 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 her

with many believing Mr. Hetfield

since Stuart, nearing thirty, still hadn't shown much interest in

arm in arm