How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Greta propped her chin on her hands, eyeing Morwenna with a playful smirk. "Everyone has another side, darling. It depends on what you like about them. Do you like his money? His looks? Or his personality?"

Morwenna appeared to be pondering seriously. "It's hard to say. I just think he's a good person. He's mostly gentle, quite handsome, and treats me well. His grandfather is a lovely man too. Everything seems just fine." NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Greta couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

After a moment, still chuckling, Greta said, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you. It's just sweetie. Are you sure you're not misunderstanding something about Stuart? Besides being a looker, he's quite different from what you've described."

Morwenna frowned slightly.

But that was the Stuart she knew.

Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges when they were first forced into marriage, but he'd been quite gentle with her ever since, except maybe a bit biased when it came to issues involving Adelaide.

Seeing Morwenna’s frown, Greta quickly softened her tone. "Alright, it's clear you like Stuart. But what if I told you he's not as perfect as you think? What if I said he can be cold and ruthless, especially in business, crushing his competitors without mercy? Would you leave him then?"

Morwenna suddenly thought of the scars she had seen on Stuart's body.

She shook her head. "I don't want to leave him. I want to protect him."

Even after seeing the darker side of Stuart, she didn't feel much sympathy for those who messed with company funds. They deserved their punishment. What worried her more were the scars on Stuart.

She didn’t know who had hurt him and Stuart never spoke of it.

She thought if she had known him earlier, she would have protected him just like Norbert would have.

Greta was slightly stunned, understanding now why Stuart was drawn to Morwenna's bright sincerity.

It was a kind of resilience and optimism, a purity that attracted those tainted by the world.

Suddenly, Greta reached out and ruffled Morwenna's hair, her tone big-sisterly. “Since you still like him, what are you fretting about?”

"I just don't know how to face him. He doesn't want me to see those things."

Morwenna lacked experience in relationships and was confused about how to proceed without anyone to turn to. She found herself confiding her doubts to her former rival.

Greta softened her gaze a lot.

"Sweetheart, just be yourself around Stuart. That's all you need to do."

"Be myself? But what if I say something wrong? What if I accidentally make him sad?"

"It’s okay to make mistakes. Everyone does. If you love him, show it. If you want to protect him, do it. Being genuine is enough."

Morwenna felt as if a light had turned on in her head.

Yes, why worry? If Stuart wanted to talk about his scars, she would listen. If not, she would just protect him from getting any more. That was enough.

With this realization, Morwenna broke into a beaming smile, showing off her bright white teeth.

"Greta, thank you so much!"