How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Adelaide felt like she was losing her mind. She couldn't stomach Stuart's deference, yet she couldn't help but fantasize that she was the one in his arms. The mere thought of Stuart, a man who seemed to tower above everyone, kneeling at her feet made her cheeks flush uncontrollably. Her daydream was abruptly cut short by a noise in the room.

Morwenna, looking as innocent and pure as a bunny, pulled her feet away from Stuart and chided, "Uncle, that's not very hygienic." Stuart, with an indulgent tone, replied, "Got it, I won't do it again." He wished he could devour her whole.

After massaging Morwenna's ankles, Stuart carried her back to bed, pulling the duvet over them. Nestling into Stuart like a kitten, Morwenna pressed her slightly feverish face, warmed from the alcohol, against his cool chest, finding comfort in his embrace. Stuart's hand, resting on Morwenna's waist, couldn't help but tighten slightly.

“Ah, Uncle, stop moving, it tickles.” “Alright, let's sleep." "Okay, Uncle, you smell really nice." "..."

Stuart then pressed Morwenna's head into his chest, "Be good, sleep." If they didn't sleep soon, who knew what tomorrow would bring once the alcohol wore off. The room fell silent.

Adelaide knew that Stuart was sensitive to others' presence. Once the room quieted down, she dared not look anymore. Biting her lip in frustration, Adelaide retreated to her own room. Upon closing her door, Adelaide whispered furiously, "Damn it! Damn that wretched woman, Morwenna. How can she have it all? That should have been my place; it should have been me!" Fearing someone might hear her, Adelaide refrained from shouting or smashing things. Instead, she took a silk dress and tore it to shreds in a fit of rage.

The night deepened.

...

The next day.

At six in the morning.

A strong internal clock woke Morwenna, even though she had been drinking the night before. She woke up in Stuart's arms. Unlike some, Morwenna's memory of the previous night remained intact. She remembered enough to realize what had happened between her and Stuart... That... She lifted the duvet to inspect her tattered nightgown. Her body was covered in bruises, even on her chest, though she couldn't remember how they got there.

Oh my God, could she be pregnant?

Morwenna couldn't fathom how things ended up this way. Stuart, a light sleeper, woke up to her movements, rubbing his temples. Despite being by Morwenna's side, he hadn't slept well, having taken several cold showers to calm the unrest inside him.

Seeing Stuart awake, Morwenna

scrambled out of bed, "Stuart, you

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check on Norbert Hetfield." With that, she Timped toward the

bathroom. Ignoring the pain in her ankle, Morwenna quickly finished up and came out, only then did Stuart notice her unsteady walk, frowning slightly.

"Princess, wait for me. I'll come down with you." "...Okay."

Morwenna, preoccupied with the thought of a baby, barely dared to look at Stuart. After what happened last night, she and Stuart were essentially husband and wife, right? She had hoped to wait until they were truly in love before becoming intimate, but now she wondered about the future. If she was

pregnant, how would she manage

school?

Stuart, splashing cold water on his face in the bathroom, tried to shake off the grogginess, oblivious to Morwenna's naive worries about school and a potential baby.