How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna shot Stuart a look as if he were some kind of lecher.

Stuart rolled his eyes at her. "Relax. I'm not interested in little girls like you."

Morwenna pouted. "So, we're just going to sleep beside each other. That's it?"

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"Can I sleep in the middle of the bed, with a pillow between us?"

"Sure."

"And instead of paying back the orchids, can I plant some vegetables in the backyard?"

Stuart's face darkened with impatience. "Whatever you want."

Seeing Stuart on the brink of losing his temper, Morwenna quickly agreed.

She reassured herself internally. After all, she and Stuart were married, so sharing a bed was only natural.

If she had the money of 100 thousand for the compensation for the orchids, it could fund the small mountain school for months.

Thus, Morwenna convinced herself and briskly climbed into Stuart's bed.

Ah, the blanket was soft, carrying a scent like cedar wood, similar to Stuart's natural aroma.

But she couldn't understand why Stuart would agree to the arrangement since he disliked her.

Morwenna glanced at Stuart secretly, noticing his handsome profile and the small mole near his eye, which somehow made his cold gaze all the more enchanting, as if one could be obsessed by looking too long.

Quickly, she looked away, her cheeks warming. She thought she might still have a fever.

The cold medicine might be kicking in, and Morwenna soon drifted off to sleep despite her nerves.

A smirk of scorn played on Stuart's lips. He could get this girl into bed with a hundred thousand. She was a money-grubber.

But mid-mock, he noticed that she was already asleep.

She just fell asleep in front of him? Without any guard up?

Stuart was used to solitude. Indeed, no one dared to rest too close to him.

An old playmate once described sleeping beside him as resting beside a venomous snake, always on the brink of striking.

Stuart watched her for a long while, listening to her steady breathing.

Gradually, his tense mood softened, and he closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, still uneasy after making a phone call, Norbert decided to check on them.

Sneaking into Windcharm Villas, he tiptoed up to Stuart's room. Pushing the door open, he peeked inside and gasped.

Progress was much faster than he'd expected!

He knew Stuart well, a façade of frivolity masking a cold, hardened interior, unlikely ever to trust enough to marry or have children.

So, he resorted to such extreme measures to get Stuart to agree to a marriage.

He believed Morwenna might win Stuart's heart with her innocence and kindness.

He hadn't expected them to grow close so quickly.

Norbert chuckled, his mustache quivering with amusement.

He quickly withdrew his head, shut the door quietly, and left as stealthily as a thief.

Right after the door clicked shut, Stuart's eyes flickered open.

Looking at the girl who had somehow rolled close to him during sleep, Stuart fell silent.

He hadn't slept so peacefully in years.

Even with her restless sleeping habits, he hadn't woken up.

For the first time in a long while, he found something soothing. It was her scent, maybe from her shampoo or fabric softener.