How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart's typically icy demeanor seemed to crack as he handed Morwenna a card, loaded with what could be millions, linked directly to his account with unlimited spending.

Yet, there the girl was, anxious over borrowing a mere hundred thousand.

Stuart gripped Morwenna's chin firmly, his voice deliberate. "I can lend it to you, but I have a condition."

Morwenna tensed up. "What is it?"

Releasing her chin, Stuart said, "Until you pay me back, you're in charge of my basic needs like food, housing, and everything."

Morwenna blinked, stunned. Wasn't it like when she first cared for Stuart at Windcharm Villas?

What kind of condition was that?

As long as they weren't divorced, looking after Stuart seemed only natural to her.

Still hesitant, Morwenna said, "But I want to stay in the Hetfield's Homestead, and I need to help Norbert with his drinking problem. He's not well. He can't drink anymore."

Stuart nodded. "Fine, I’ll move into the Hetfield's Homestead too."

"And... could you maybe be less picky with food? I can’t afford expensive ingredients."

Stuart sighed. "I don't need you to prepare meals daily. When needed, I'll ensure the kitchen stocks up on whatever is necessary."

Relieved, Morwenna nodded. "That’s not a problem."

She didn't see any difficulty in these conditions.

Stuart added, "Give me your phone."

Morwenna pulled out her old Nokia and handed it to him without questioning.

Stuart stared at the buttoned antique, falling silent.

After a pause, he asked, "So, you don’t use any social media?"

Morwenna nodded earnestly. "It’s true. I never lie."

Stuart was shocked again by how out of touch Morwenna was with modern conveniences.

"Give me your bank details, and I'll transfer the money," Stuart continued.

Morwenna quickly scribbled down her bank information on the paper, details she knew by heart from sending money to her school too many times.

Stuart swiftly completed the transfer on his smartphone. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Check now. It should have arrived," Stuart said after a moment.

Amazed, Morwenna replied, "That was quick! I usually have to go to the bank with cash."

Morwenna, raised in the countryside, was out of league with the big city ways.

She eagerly dialed her old school principal, Johnson.

When Johnson answered the phone, she excitedly said, "Mr. Johnson, I've just transferred a hundred thousand to your account for the school renovations. I'll send the rest gradually."

There was a brief silence on the other end before Johnson spoke sternly, "Wenna, what have you been doing? Where did this money come from? We need funds, but they must come rightfully. Don’t ever compromise your ethics for money. Remember the values Melvin taught you."

Even though her phone wasn't on speaker, Stuart could hear every word.

Morwenna's smile stiffened. If she had ended up working in a bar, even if she earned the money, Johnson probably wouldn't accept it.

At that moment, Morwenna was grateful to Stuart for pulling her out of a potentially compromising situation.