How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Thanks, Dr. Vaughn. I'll head in then. Goodbye."

"Morwenna!"

"Yes? Is there something else?"

"No, nothing. Goodbye."

Fletcher felt like he was losing his mind. At that brief moment, he had almost wanted to warn Morwenna not to give her whole heart to Stuart.

When somebody gives their all, getting stabbed in the back hurts like heck.

Yet, he couldn't sabotage Stuart's plans.

Heavy-hearted, Fletcher walked away.

Morwenna returned to the house.

Stuart was probably already asleep, and she didn't want to wake him by going upstairs. She freshened up in the downstairs guest room and changed into her pajamas before heading up.

She quietly opened the door, leaving her slippers at the entrance and stepping softly on the carpet like a cat, making no sound at all.

Under the dim glow of the nightlight, she could see Stuart already in bed, sleeping on his side but facing the couch this time.

Morwenna tiptoed across the carpet and quietly sat by the bed.

Looking at Stuart, her heart felt even heavier.

So much had happened in the past few days.

Morwenna felt bewildered.

She was like a blank slate, suddenly thrust into a whirlwind of emotions. She wasn't even sure what her feelings for Stuart were.

She thought he was like Melvin, rescuing her from despair.

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Silently watching Stuart, she realized what was troubling her.

It was envy.

She envied the attention Stuart gave to Adelaide. She envied their ability to walk together openly anywhere.

Stuart had said he didn't hate her, didn't want her to get hurt, wanted to try being husband and wife with her.

But what kind of marriage has room for three people?

Morwenna lowered her gaze. Despite the pain, she stayed quietly by Stuart's side.

Having been awake for two days straight, unable to catch up on sleep during the day, Morwenna was exhausted and soon fell asleep by the bed.

In the darkness, Stuart opened his eyes.

His gaze, as dangerous as a specter's, fixed on the person asleep by his side.

He was almost unsure whether Morwenna was innocent or cunningly deceptive.

Morwenna's emotions were too direct and vivid, which were unlike anything he had encountered in his life before.

The ferocity in Stuart's eyes slowly faded. He'd wait for the banquet to see if she would use the opportunity to reveal her identity publicly.

Morwenna didn’t disappoint Stuart too much.

Stuart didn't realize his heart was slowly leaning towards her.

If Adelaide knew what Stuart was thinking, she'd probably wish Morwenna dead.

Stuart was inherently distrustful, even someone as unique as Adelaide couldn't gain his full trust.

Even Norbert didn't have his total trust.

And yet, here he was, expecting something from Morwenna, hoping she wouldn't let him down.

He hadn't realized that deep down. He wanted to believe in Morwenna.

At five in the morning, Morwenna woke up with a numb arm.

Her first instinct was to check on Stuart, making sure he hadn't rolled over onto his injury. Only then did she gently massage her numb arm.

She felt guilty for falling asleep when she had promised to keep watch.

The next moment, Morwenna met Stuart's penetrating gaze.

Her movements froze.