How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna's clear, untainted eyes reflected Stuart's disgrace as if a villain were trying to drag a goddess from her pedestal.

When their eyes met, Stuart's tormented soul found a moment of clarity. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Morwenna's cheeks turned rosy from the kiss; she was inexperienced in matters of the heart. No one had ever talked to her about such things. She grew up without elder women to guide her. Melvin, the kind man from her childhood, was not someone who could broach such topics, and Norbert was even less likely to discuss these matters. Growing up in the mountains, she couldn't learn about these things from the internet.

Morwenna blushed instinctively, unaware of what might happen next. Trusting Stuart, she let him proceed without resistance, even as her white nightgown tore.

Stuart's expression changed subtly. He grabbed a blanket and covered Morwenna, contemplating escape once more.

The first time Morwenna, drunk, kissed Stuart, he realized his feelings for her might be deeper than he admitted and chose to flee from them. He refused to acknowledge his vulnerabilities. Now, with Morwenna intoxicated again, she was no longer just Stuart's weakness; she had become the very beat of his heart. A weakness could be exploited, but losing a heart meant death.

Stuart wanted to flee again, fearing his disgrace might lead him to hurt Morwenna.

still flushed and body marked by kisses, her nightgown revealing a shoulder, stumbled after

one hand and clutching Stuart's shirt with the other, she looked up at him,

need to step

disappointment and was about to let go when she remembered Greta's advice to cling to him, to seduce but not to

her grip, Morwenna shook her head, "Please don't

paused, caught off guard by

nature, had never begged anyone to stay, not even

Stuart looked into her eyes, "Do you want me

grasp on

Stuart asked, his voice husky