How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna suddenly remembered the clothes on the floor in Stuart's den, stained with what looked like blood.

She understood why Stuart had taken a shower in the den.

It must have been the blood.

What on earth had Stuart done?

Instinctively, Morwenna called out to the people across the room, "Wait, what are you doing?"

Several bodyguards were holding back a man covered in blood, clearly recognizing Morwenna.

One of them stepped forward respectfully and said, "My lady, I apologize for the fright. This man embezzled a huge sum, Mr. Hetfield was just teaching him a lesson, no life-threatening harm intended."

Hearing about the embezzlement, Morwenna's initial impulse to speak on the man's behalf retracted.

The money could build countless community centers and fund scholarships for countless needy children.

A punishment was indeed due, though perhaps a bit too harsh.

The captive man seemed desperate to say something, attempting to crawl forward but was dragged back with a hand over his mouth.

Morwenna felt it inappropriate to say more and silently walked away.

For some reason, her heart felt uneasy.

Stuart seemed to have a side to him she didn't know about.

She had wanted to ask about Stuart's childhood and understand him better, but now she felt those experiences might not have been very pleasant.

Back at Hetfield's Homestead, Morwenna spent the afternoon somewhat dazed.

Half awake at eleven at night, Morwenna heard the door creak open.

In the dim nightlight, she sleepily opened her eyes to see Stuart returning.

Awakening slightly, Morwenna hadn't expected Stuart to come back after such an incident.

Nervously lying in bed, she instinctively closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

She heard Stuart showering, then his footsteps approaching.

She felt the bed dip as Stuart lay down beside her.

Suddenly, Stuart reached out and held her close.

Morwenna held her breath.

What was Stuart doing?

Usually, they shared a bed but maintained a distance.

At most, they might inadvertently touch if one of them moved during sleep, but never more than that.

Now, Stuart was holding Morwenna tightly, his breath warm against her ear.

Under the tension, Stuart whispered, "Wenna, I'm sorry."

A slight sting appeared in Morwenna's eyes.

Her pretending to sleep had surely been seen through.

She didn't know why Stuart was apologizing. Was it because he had lashed out at her again?

Without turning around, she softly said, "Sir, is there something you want to tell me? Whatever it is, I’m here to listen."

"Nothing, go to sleep. It won’t happen again."

Morwenna closed her eyes with a sense of loss.

What wouldn't happen again? No more violence towards her, or no more bloody encounters?

Clearly, Stuart wasn’t ready to share more. With her eyes closed, Morwenna drifted back to sleep. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The next day she went to work as usual, as if nothing had happened.

But after work, she visited the hospital.

Seeing Morwenna, the nurse politely left the room, giving them privacy.

Morwenna, looking at the cheerful Keira, asked, "Keira, do you have someone special?"

Keira blushed and shook her head, "No."

Morwenna fell silent.

At the sight of Morwenna's silence, Keira couldn't help but ask after a while, "Wenna, what’s wrong? Is it something with your husband?"