How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart's face was a storm cloud.

Sitting there, he seemed like a dark lord presiding over a shadowy abyss, an air of menace wafting from him.

"Where did you go dressed like that?" Stuart's voice was ice cold.

Morwenna had rushed out too quickly, not even changing out of her bathrobe, just throwing on a coat before heading out.

"I went to see a friend," Morwenna said casually.

She was an honest soul, loath to lie, but she wasn't keen on sharing with Stuart about her tutoring job.

She feared that if anything went awry, Stuart would react as he had with the Whites, taking actions he shouldn’t.

Hearing Morwenna's reply seemed to make Stuart's aura even more foreboding.

Where did Morwenna go dressed like that? And who did she meet?

Just out of the shower, clad in a bathrobe—such intimacy was meant for the closest of companions.

Stuart had never minded before; Morwenna's mere presence was enough.

But now, the thought of her in her bathrobe, meeting others, set off a tempest inside him.

He rose from the bench, his presence heavy with authority, and advanced towards Morwenna step by step.

As Stuart neared, Morwenna took a couple of steps back.

Stuart's gaze darkened.

Was she hesitant to get closer? Or did she feel guilty?

His mood darkening, he couldn't contain his wrath and grabbed Morwenna's wrist. "Who did you meet? A man or a woman?"

It never occurred to Stuart that he was acting like a jealous lover.

Morwenna frowned, "You're hurting me."

Stuart's body reacted faster than his mind, releasing her wrist without thinking.

In the past, his anger might have led him to choke someone without relenting, let alone merely causing pain to a wrist.

Morwenna moved her wrist, her voice cool, "A friend you don't know."

"Morwenna, we're married. You going out to meet someone at night and coming back this late, shouldn't you explain?" Stuart pressed.

"When you went out to see Adelaide and didn't come back all night, I didn't demand any explanations from you."

Morwenna had always been compromising and tolerant with Stuart.

She had never stood her ground like this before.

Seeing Morwenna's firm stance, Stuart's eyes narrowed slightly, a menacing aura enveloping him.

She knew Stuart was angry. A furious Stuart was terrifying, just like how he had been with Reuben.

Even so, Morwenna refused to yield.

If Stuart misunderstood something someday and went after Claude, causing trouble, Claude's frail health and sensitive nature could lead to real disaster.

Their gazes locked, Morwenna's eyes calm yet resolute.

Stuart reached out for Morwenna again.

Her right hand clenched slightly.

Was he going to lay hands on her? If he dared, she was prepared to fight back!

She had tolerated Stuart's behavior enough. She was not a pushover!

The next moment, Morwenna found herself forcefully pulled into an embrace.

She crashed into his chest, Stuart's presence enveloping her.

Morwenna was baffled.

What was Stuart implying?

Just then, she heard Stuart's mature, cold voice say, "Morwenna, I'll go apologize to the fishmonger couple tomorrow."

Morwenna's eyes widened slightly.

Stuart continued, "I was wrong in what I did. I won't do such things again. Even if I lose control of my temper next time, I'll tell you first."Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.