How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 217

After wrapping up the crucial meeting and delegating the remaining tasks to his team, Stuart silently made his way to the break room where Morwenna was still asleep. Her injured arm was carefully placed outside the blanket, as he was cautious not to put any weight on it. Despite the myriad of worries and the hardships she had faced, her peaceful expression painted a picture of a woman without fear, boldly confronting whatever came her way.

Watching her, Stuart felt an irresistible pull, inching closer without even realizing it. There she was, seemingly hidden away just for him, a secret treasure he had stashed away in his world. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

In her sleep, Morwenna mumbled something, her lips puckering as though savoring a delicious dream. Stuart, unable to control himself, bent down and softly kissed her. Her lips were soft, stirring a deep desire within him to keep her close, forever.

In her dream, Morwenna was enjoying a lobster roll, biting down on the delightfully soft bun filled with lobster.

Suddenly, she woke, yet unsure if she should reveal her consciousness. She realized that it wasn't the lobster she had bitten, but Stuart's lips. The cool, pine-like scent confirmed it was him, even without opening her eyes. Choosing to feign sleep, she wrestled with the reality of waking up to find her crush kissing her—a mix of emotions too complex to confront head-on.

Her face flushed deeper with every passing second, their breaths intertwining, heating the room with an unspoken tension. Eventually, Stuart, in a rare act of mercy, pulled away, leaving Morwenna's skin blushing a deep pink from her neck down, her lips swollen like ripe cherries.

Stuart, for the first time in years, felt a genuine joy. His life had been filled with darkness and solitude, but Morwenna seemed like a gift from the heavens, a beacon of light in his gloom. He didn't expose her act; instead, he gently lifted her, covering her with his jacket to shield her from prying eyes, and carried her out of the office.

The trio of assistants on the top floor kept on a solemn expression, fully understanding the unique bond between Mr. Hetfield and Ms. Winslet—a stark contrast to any previous relationships he’d had before, including Adelaide.

Hidden under Stuart's jacket, Morwenna was torn between revealing her wakefulness and continuing the charade. She didn’t want to be carried home like this, yet the thought of waking up and acknowledging the kiss was terrifying.

She was still torn when Stuart carried her into the private elevator. Nobody should see them, save for the three assistants, the guard and the receptionists, she thought.

The receptionists, Emma and Ella, twins known for their coordination, both greeted Stuart with their usual professionalism, though Emma couldn't hide her awe. Ella had to physically snap her sister out of her gawking.

Stuart was not only their superior but a man of unparalleled allure and dashing beauty.