How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart caught Morwenna as she collapsed.

This was the first time he felt a touch of helplessness towards a woman.

Holding the unconscious girl, he bent down to lay her on the bed.

Unaware, Morwenna clung to Stuart's collar, her eyes closed as she murmured, “Sir…”

Stuart's gaze deepened, slowly leaning in closer and closer.

Just as he was about to touch Morwenna's lips, Stuart suddenly froze.

He jerked back, his expression turning sour.

To Stuart, Morwenna had always been like a pet; convenient to have around when needed.

But this involuntary reaction darkened his mood.

Reflecting on the evening's events, he realized how much Morwenna had begun to affect him.

He didn’t know when this young woman had started to have such an impact on him.

He didn’t like this influence.

A man like him shouldn't be swayed by anyone, nor should he have any vulnerabilities.

Stuart stopped looking at Morwenna, his eyes returning to their usual icy calm.

After showering and coming back to bed, he held Morwenna’s chin, staring at her as if challenging himself, as if to prove she couldn't affect him.

Morwenna, feeling uncomfortable in her sleep, pushed Stuart's hand away and turned over, rolling into Stuart’s arms.

Her blouse was disheveled, revealing much of her neckline.

Stuart, who had been cold-faced, narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly, with a fierce expression, he pulled Morwenna to him and pressed his lips against hers.

It was more of a savage bite than a kiss.

The next moment, he pushed her away and abruptly got up to leave.

Morwenna was his sleeping pill, but at that moment, he felt restless.

At the bar.

Fletcher looked exasperated, “Stuart, you rush me here just to watch you drink?”

“Cut the chatter, are you drinking or not?”

“I’ll drink, but what’s up, Stuart? It’s not another issue with your lady, is it?”

Stuart sipped his half-full glass of whiskey, his eyes slightly narrowed, a trace of menace in his tone, “She’s affecting me too much.”

Fletcher breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was something serious.

He had noticed before that Stuart must have feelings for her; naturally, she would have a big impact.

“I need to distance myself from her,” Stuart added.

Fletcher was stunned, quickly responding, “Stuart, no, the two of you are practically an item. Her influence is just because you have feelings for her—that’s a good thing. There’s no need to distance yourself.”

Stuart suddenly looked up, the dim red light of the bar reflecting in his eyes, almost bloody, “Fletcher, do you think I’m meant for relationships? If she gets too close, won’t it end badly for her?”

Fletcher shivered suddenly.

Stuart gave a frosty smirk. "Do you really think a guy like me has feelings?"

Fletcher fell silent, saying no more. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

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The next day.

When Morwenna woke up, the room was empty.

She shook her head, and flashes of the previous night invaded her thoughts.

“Oh my God! Morwenna, what have you done? You’re insane! How could you dare to kiss Stuart?”

Recalling the events, she was shocked at her own audacity.

Stuart wasn't home, undoubtedly driven away by her actions.

Morwenna slumped, overwhelmed with guilt.

Stuart must be furious.