How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna burst into the bathroom and found Stuart shirtless, facing her.

She didn’t know where to look. Just as she was about to turn away, Stuart spun around even quicker.

"Who let you in here!" Stuart's voice was harsh and cold as his back remained turned to Morwenna.

Morwenna knew Stuart would be mad, but she didn't expect him to blow his top like this.

His icy tone startled her, yet she clenched her teeth and responded, "You shouldn’t be showering. Your wounds can’t get wet."

"What did you just see?" His voice was still chilling.

"I didn’t see anything," Morwenna replied, genuinely puzzled.

Stuart hadn’t even taken off his pants. What could she have seen?

In a fleeting moment, she thought she spotted a scar on Stuart’s chest, but he turned around so quickly that she couldn’t be sure.

Truth be told, she had never seen Stuart’s chest before.

When they had removed the glass, Stuart’s shirt was only cut at the back.

When she had helped Stuart change his clothes, he had turned his back to her.

Stuart was tall, at least six feet three, making it impossible for her to see his chest. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Hearing Morwenna's answer, Stuart softened his fierce gaze a bit, though his usual sharpness still peeked through.

He wrapped a robe around himself and stepped towards Morwenna, each step heavy with intent.

The oppressive aura was overwhelming, causing Morwenna to instinctively want to flee.

But as she tried to move, her wrist got grabbed.

Stuart lowered his head to meet Morwenna’s gaze.

He saw many emotions in her eyes including nervousness, embarrassment, concern but no fear.

The folks in Rosefrost Hollow were quite afraid of him, yet they pretended otherwise to hang out with him.

Stuart often noticed smiles plastered on their faces, but their eyes screamed wariness and fear, which he found dull.

However, Morwenna showed no fear. She was more interesting than the others.

Unknown to Stuart, in Morwenna’s heart, he was a good man.

What was there to fear about a good man?

If Stuart knew how he was perceived by Morwenna, he would likely scoff.

"Morwenna, don’t be so reckless. I wasn’t planning to bathe," Stuart’s voice was deep and teasing, saying her name in a way that was both alluring and intimate.

Realizing her mistake, Morwenna blushed and turned to run.

Stuart still held onto her hand, and her pull was so strong that she almost dragged him down with her.

Stuart paused his aggression momentarily, unable to hold on...

Morwenna had already fled the bathroom, slamming the door behind her with a loud bang.

She leaned against the door, panting, "So nervous. Why am I so nervous around him when the old couples in the hills seem so at ease with each other?"

Could it be because her relationship with Stuart wasn’t as solid?

Growing up in the hills without her parents to guide her without the internet for answers, Morwenna was often clueless about many things.

Descending the stairs to think about dinner, Morwenna entered the kitchen and saw two chefs busily preparing a feast.

The ingredients looked expensive.

She approached them curiously and asked, "Excuse me, how much do you earn working here?"

"Good evening. We're not celebrity chefs, so it's not much, two thousand dollars a month."

Morwenna gaped in surprise.

With two chefs, that's four thousand total.

And then there was Zoe the housekeeper, the cleaning lady, the gardener trimming the yard...