How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Adelaide felt like she was losing her mind. She couldn't stomach Stuart's deference, yet she couldn't help but fantasize that she was the one in his arms. The mere thought of Stuart, a man who seemed to tower above everyone, kneeling at her feet made her cheeks flush uncontrollably. Her daydream was abruptly cut short by a noise in the room.

Morwenna, looking as innocent and pure as a bunny, pulled her feet away from Stuart and chided, "Uncle, that's not very hygienic." Stuart, with an indulgent tone, replied, "Got it, I won't do it again." He wished he could devour her whole.

After massaging Morwenna's ankles, Stuart carried her back to bed, pulling the duvet over them. Nestling into Stuart like a kitten, Morwenna pressed her slightly feverish face, warmed from the alcohol, against his cool chest, finding comfort in his embrace. Stuart's hand, resting on Morwenna's waist, couldn't help but tighten slightly.

"Ah, Uncle, stop moving, it tickles." "Alright, let's sleep." "Okay, Uncle, you smell really nice." ".

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sleep soon, who knew what

the room quieted down, she dared not look anymore. Biting her lip in frustration, Adelaide retreated to her own room. Upon closing her door, Adelaide whispered furiously, "Damn it! Damn that wretched woman, Morwenna. How can she have it all? That should have been my place; it should have been me!" Fearing someone might hear her, Adelaide refrained from shouting or smashing things. Instead, she

The night deepened.

The next day.

in the

before. She woke up in Stuart's arms. Unlike some, Morwenna's memory of the previous night remained intact. She remembered enough to realize what had happened between her and Stuart... That... She lifted the duvet to inspect her tattered nightgown. Her body was covered in bruises, even on her chest, though she couldn't remember how

my God, could she