How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Mrs. Hetfield had just returned, and it was unthinkable not to notify Mr. Hetfield.

She adored Mr. Hetfield so much; no matter how busy he was, could anything be more important than Mrs. Hetfield?

"What is it?" came Stuart's icy voice over the phone.

It seemed that aside from dealing with Morwenna, Stuart was either cold as ice to everyone else or dishing out sly smiles left and right. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Orson instinctively straightened up, as if he was responding to a superior officer. "Mrs. Hetfield is back! And she brought three of her classmates with her." "Okay."

Orson wanted to ask Mr. Hetfield if he wanted to arrange something, but the call was abruptly ended.

Orson couldn't help but think, Mr. Hetfield really wasn't the easiest person to like!

That was Mrs. Hetfield, for crying out loud. He had informed him of her return, yet Mr. Hetfield seemed utterly unfazed.

Mrs. Hetfield sure had peculiar taste, fancying someone as intimidating as Mr. Hetfield...

Thirty minutes later.

A car pulled into the old mansion's driveway.

Mr. Hetfield stride down from

he had no reaction; he had rushed back

come straight home, looking

told him she would be taking a

at the outer courtyard,

him visiting her school, fearing their relationship might stir up trouble if exposed. If he barged

thinking at

did he ever compromise for

you worried Mrs. Hetfield doesn't

to be kept private,

around Stuart - he never thought before

Homestead. You're not just Mrs. Hetfield's husband; you're the heir to the Hetfield family... Okay, I'll shut up now. I won't say another

been promptly shown the door. But Morwenna

his anger, found Orson's words

Orson, Stuart strode towards

reached the door, he paused, rolling down his sleeves

demon king was momentarily concealed, transformed

Stuart entered.