How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 187

Stuart's kiss was overwhelming, enveloping Morwenna completely.

Wide-eyed, Morwenna's face suffused with red as tears welled up, and she struggled to breathe until Stuart finally let her go.

His eyes sparkled with a deep intensity, like stars twinkling in the night sky, his voice mature and slightly beguiling as he said, "There, it's not too bitter. I'll hold it for you, just drink up."

"Okay," she murmured. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Dazed, Morwenna gulped down the herbal tea from the cup Stuart held.

After finishing it, she looked up at Stuart, and it hit her what had just happened.

With a gasp, Morwenna retreated under her covers, pulling the blanket over her head.

Stuart had kissed her.

She thought about it and couldn't help but smile.

She had hoped for some kind of reciprocity from Stuart, and here it was.

It wasn’t just care; he must like her a bit too, she thought, her face turning crimson.

Suddenly, the blanket was pulled back, and Morwenna’s eyes, big and teary, met Stuart’s as her face flushed like a tucked-away cherry.

Stuart’s voice lost its usual detachment, carrying a barely-there smile, “Don’t hide under the blanket, you need to breathe.”

Morwenna wanted to dive back under the covers...

Oh, the infuriating charm of this man!

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Meanwhile, in downtown Rosefrost Hollow.

Mr. White received Morwenna’s call about taking a few days off without much thought.

However, Claude sensed something was amiss.

He had planned to manipulate Stuart through Morwenna, feeling so guilty he had taken a few days off. During that time, she had been sending him pictures sporadically—whatever she saw, whatever she ate.

But after a stranger called to extend her leave, the pictures stopped.

Subsequently, Claude couldn’t reach her either.

Morwenna’s phone was off.

Something had happened! She must be in trouble.

Getting involved with Stuart was always risky.

They were both monsters, one in appearance, the other in spirit.

Claude was frantic. He had finally felt alive after meeting Morwenna; he couldn’t lose her now.

Assuming Stuart had shut off both his and Morwenna’s phones to avoid any unnecessary trouble, they were probably enjoying some quiet days together.

Unable to find them, Claude was livid.

The butler approached cautiously, “Sir, we have people looking for her. Ms. Winslet is a student at Rosefrost University; she wouldn’t just leave Rosefrost Hollow.”

“I don’t care, I want to see her now. If you can’t find her, go… get help from the Hetfield family. She must be safe; I need to see her immediately!”

The butler was shocked; Claude despised the Hetfield family, yet he was asking for their help.

Claude, obsessed, carved the wooden table with his knife. “They kept me here, afraid of my identity being known to others, yet not wanting me dead. Now, I have just one demand; I want to see Ms. Winslet. I suppose the Hetfield Group doesn’t want another madman on their hands.”

“I’ll seek the Hetfield family’s help right away,” the butler said, trembling.

Claude’s reaction was extreme.

The Hetfield family was in disarray too.

After days being puffed up with arrogance, Reuben finally received the news: Stuart had escaped.