How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna was utterly flabbergasted.

How could they be so casual about it?

And to suggest Stuart choose between her and this other girl?

Such a proposition completely rocked Morwenna's traditional, honest-to-goodness world. For her, matters of the heart, be it marriage or intimacy, were to remain between two people alone, pure and unsullied. The scene unfolding before her was something she couldn't fathom, let alone accept.

The usually docile Morwenna, who had allowed Stuart to hold her, began to struggle. With a strong push, she freed herself from Stuart's embrace, turned on her heel without a word, and started to walk away. Stuart reached out to stop her, but Morwenna deftly sidestepped his attempt.

Fletcher, hand over his eyes in dismay, hadn't anticipated things taking such a turn. Normally, a bit of teasing was all in good fun.

But today was different-Morwenna was here today! If she walked out now, Stuart would have their heads.

blocked her path, his charm oozing as he said with a grin that was all teeth, "Hold up, Morwenna, wait a minute. It's all a

with irritation as she

of Fletcher, who had been nothing but kind and helpful to

one of the rare times Morwenna showed

demeanor replaced by a brooding, almost

moods, sensed the tide turning. They were a sharp bunch, well-acquainted with Stuart's circle to know when a

a red flag-they'd never heard him say that

he was on the

the gravity of the situation, joined Fletcher at the door. They couldn't

stepped out from behind a gift box, clutching flowers, and tried to placate Morwenna, "Look, I

Stuart's bed and the two of them didn't even know each other. Fletcher dropped his playful demeanor, his eyes narrowing in warning as

tighter, stealing a glance at Stuart. After all, Stuart had saved her

heir to the Hetfield fortune, and undeniably handsome-whatever the reason