How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart rifled through the shattered glass for the colorful capsules, prying each one open to reveal the small and rolled-up messages within.

Messages penned by Morwenna, filled with wishes and blessings in her serious and deliberate writing.

His fingers were already cut and bleeding from the shards, but he seemed unfazed as he continued to read.

The blood stained the little paper slips, the vibrant capsules smeared with a melancholic beauty.

After opening them all, Stuart collected the pieces, a sense of madness creeping over him.

He couldn't believe he was so captivated by these simple tokens of affection. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He had planned to keep her at arm's length, but he just couldn't help getting closer.

Never in his life had Stuart felt this way. Until now, the only thing he struggled to control was his malice.

But Morwenna was too unique.

Her scent, her personality, and even her looks were extraordinary in Stuart's eyes.

She was more than just a tranquilizer to him.

So, not long after Fletcher had left, Stuart called him back.

Fletcher, exasperated, complained, "Stuart, can we not do this in the middle of the night?"

Stuart's hands, dried with blood, suddenly turned earnest as he said, "I want her to stay by my side."

Fletcher paused, realizing Stuart was serious about Morwenna, "Stuart, is that wise? She's too pure, unsuited for..."

Fletcher was torn. He had hoped that Stuart and Morwenna could make it work superficially, so she could still have her freedom. But if Stuart was falling for her, it would be a relentless pursuit.

If Morwenna became Stuart’s vulnerability, she’d also become a target for those harboring ill intentions towards him. She was too innocent to be dragged into such depths.

Stuart knew it wasn’t right.

His tainted life was bound to end badly, and anyone close to him was doomed.

Yet, Stuart was selfish.

Keeping his distance for a few days was the kindest gesture he could muster toward Morwenna.

"I was planning to let her go, but now, I've changed my mind." he declared firmly.

Morwenna returned to Hetfield's Homestead.

It was eleven at night.

The house was silent, everyone else had retired for the evening.

Upset by an incident at a birthday party and having barely eaten, Morwenna decided to make herself a heaping plate of spaghetti.

She turned her sorrow into appetite.

Feasting herself on food would fix everything.

Was it a big deal that the person she liked didn't feel the same?

Stuart was too unpredictable, his moods shifting faster than summer weather.

Morwenna, holding a bowl as big as her head, was about to take a huge bite when Stuart entered through the front door.

Wasn't he supposed to be away?

Surprised, she put down her fork and said, "Stuart, we need to talk."

She had been wanting to speak to him alone for a while but hadn’t found the right moment.

Stuart sat down across from her, casually saying, "I'm a bit hungry myself. Can you share some of that spaghetti with me?"

Embarrassed by the size of her plate during such a serious moment, Morwenna fetched two plates, divided the spaghetti, and handed one to Stuart.

"Stuart, I..."

"Let's eat first, we can talk after. The spaghetti is getting cold."

Morwenna swallowed her words, thinking he might be right.

They started eating, Morwenna quickly finishing her share even faster than Stuart.

Sitting upright, with a serious expression, she waited for him to finish, ready to speak her mind.