How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Norbert stood frozen in silence for a long while.

If letting them grow closer wasn't working, then it was time to bring everyone back to the family estate.

"Quinlan, back to the estate."

"Sir, Stuart has had a car accident. Shouldn’t we visit him first?"

"Stop the nonsense! We're going home!"

At the Windcharm Villas.

Morwenna sighed deeply.

After all the twists and turns, everything seemed to have reset to the beginning.

Just as she had promised Norbert, she was back to taking care of Stuart.

Distracted, Morwenna began moving her luggage back to the room she had stayed in before.

But Stuart immediately said, "That guest room has been cleared out. Bring your things upstairs. You're staying with me now."

Bringing her back was originally for his insomnia. There was no way he would let Morwenna stay apart from him.

Morwenna was taken aback, "There’s no need to stay together. I can take good care of you from downstairs too."

Stuart stopped and turned to look at her.

He leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming. Morwenna, feeling like a deer caught in headlights, instinctively shrank back.

Stuart gazed into her eyes and said slowly, "It’s not just about needing your care. I want us to try being a real couple."

Morwenna was utterly flabbergasted.

What did Stuart mean by this? Did he want to be her husband?

Stuart had shown up to keep her safe at the amusement park and even saved her from that accident. Could it be that he had a thing for her?

Morwenna had never been in love. She didn’t understand these emotions, and now her heart was racing uncontrollably.

Stuart was calm as he asked, "Do you not want this?"

Before, Morwenna would have said no. But now, she stuttered, "No... I mean… yes, I do want this…" This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Morwenna was simple-minded. Initially, Stuart was just a stranger to her, but for Norbert’s sake, she was willing to try to get along well with him. Now, after Stuart had done so much, even risking his life for her, Morwenna had softened considerably. How could she refuse?

Satisfied, Stuart headed upstairs.

Morwenna obediently followed.

Entering Stuart’s room this time made Morwenna inexplicably nervous.

She didn’t know why she was so anxious.

The first time she had entered this room, she had punched Stuart.

But now, surrounded by Stuart’s scent, her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Morwenna pinched herself quietly to cool down. "Get a grip, Morwenna," she scolded herself.

Fumbling, she turned to unpack her luggage.

A soft chuckle came from behind her.

That laughter made her freeze even more and she hurried like a fugitive into the walk-in closet.

In front of her was Stuart's extensive collection of clothes.

Morwenna didn’t place her clothes into Stuart’s wardrobe.

She found an empty corner shelf for her clothes, leaving the rest in her suitcase.

It was as if her subconscious didn’t accept this place as her home, always ready to be driven away.

Some hurts couldn’t be easily healed.

After finishing, Morwenna reluctantly returned to the bedroom.

Just then, she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom and suddenly remembered Stuart’s many wounds. How could he be taking a bath?

She jumped up and ran towards the bathroom, calling out, “Stuart, you can't take a bath. Your wounds aren't supposed to get wet!"

There was no response from the bathroom.

Morwenna hesitated, biting her lip.

Should she just barge in? Stuart would certainly be angry. But the sound of water continued.

Worried out of her mind and throwing caution to the wind, she pushed open the bathroom door and rushed in.