How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Not long ago, Morwenna had asked for Stuart’s phone number, intending to check when he'd be home for dinner.

Instead of providing it, Stuart had ridiculed her.

Now, as Stuart watched Morwenna save Fletcher’s number, he felt an inexplicable irritation.

With a dark expression, he strode out, gruffly announcing, “I’m leaving.”

Morwenna hurriedly pocketed her phone and jogged to catch up.

Fletcher watched their retreating figures, his fake gentle smile fading.

Was Morwenna really just a sleeping pill to Stuart?

Morwenna followed Stuart out of the hospital.

A new car was already waiting at the entrance.

Once they were both inside, the car headed towards Windcharm Villas.

Trying to make conversation, Morwenna said, “Stuart, I think Dr. Fletcher is right, you really should have someone look after you.”

“I don’t need anyone staying over at Windcharm Villas.”

“But I did stay at Windcharm Villas for a few days before.”

“That was different.”

Morwenna bit her lip, holding back her real thoughts.

Previously, Stuart had asked her to move back, and she had refused.

But now, feeling that she should return, all Stuart needed to do was hint at it, and she’d agree immediately.

But Stuart wouldn’t mention it.

Her hints were obvious, yet Stuart remained silent.

She didn’t realize that Stuart would never bring it up.

At this moment, Stuart was like a skilled hunter watching his prey, waiting for it to fall into his trap.

After much beating around the bush with no response from Stuart, Morwenna finally spoke up, “Stuart, can I move back to Windcharm Villas to take care of you?”

Normally, having been driven out before, Morwenna would never consider returning.

Even if Stuart begged her to come back, she would have flatly refused.

But now Stuart was injured.

If she didn’t return, who would care for him? What if his injuries got infected?

Fletcher had warned that an infection could be dangerous.

Hearing her ask, a subtle smile curled on Stuart’s lips, “Fine, but I don’t like too much change at Windcharm Villas. Don’t move things around too much.”

Morwenna nodded.

She felt wronged. It wasn't her choice to move in the first place. It was Stuart who had insisted she leave.

As she pondered this, Stuart instructed the driver, “Head to the old apartments in College Town.”

The driver turned the car towards the old apartments.

Neither noticed a black sedan following them.

Inside the black sedan, Norbert frowned, “Isn’t that Stuart’s car? He’s injured from a car accident. Where is he going? Quinlan, follow them.”

Norbert had rushed over as soon as he heard about Stuart’s accident.

Coincidentally, he saw Stuart leaving the hospital.

Norbert trailed behind in the car, watching the front car pull up at an old apartment complex. It was a place so rundown that people like them usually wouldn’t visit.

Then, Norbert saw Morwenna descend from the car and enter the building.

Norbert furrowed his brows deeply.

A while later, he saw Morwenna carrying bags and luggage down from the apartment just as much as when she had first arrived. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Realization dawned on Norbert, and he was utterly shocked.

All her belongings were here. Morwenna had lived in this old apartment!

Norbert was breathless with anger.

He knew Morwenna was the type to follow the rules, she would only have moved here if she'd been driven out.

And now she was moving back to Windcharm Villas.

That damn boy!

Stuart didn’t know how to cherish such a good girl. It was enough to make Norbert furious.

Seeing Norbert so upset, Quinlan quickly handed over Norbert’s medication, fearing the stress might cause him harm.