How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart was naturally bright, and though not great at reading minds, he quickly realized something was amiss.

Morwenna's change of attitude towards him started after she found out he'd trashed that fish stall.

He personally didn't think much of it.

But since it mattered so much to Morwenna, he was willing to make some compromises.

Listening to Stuart, Morwenna's tiny hands clutched his shirt tightly.

The tension she had been holding inside seemed to finally relax.

What she really wanted was Stuart's acknowledgment, to see him realize his actions were wrong.

No longer stiff, she softly nestled into Stuart's chest, whispering, "There was a bit of trouble with the kid I tutor, so I went to check on him."

Morwenna was one to be won over by persuasion, not force.

Since Stuart was willing to apologize, she wasn't going to hold a grudge.

Hearing it was about the tutored kid, the fierce look in Stuart’s eyes softened. "Alright, just make sure you come back earlier next time, it's not safe being out so late. Come on, let's see if your left hand got hurt, you still need to change that dressing today."

Morwenna nodded, no longer resistant.

Like a little bunny, she obediently followed Stuart upstairs.

Around the corner, Orson's eyes were wide open.

A lot had happened today, with Stuart staying up all night in the courtyard.

With Stuart not sleeping, his big brother had him stay up too, keeping watch, fearing trouble.

He had been dozing off in the corner while keeping an eye on Stuart.

Then, he saw Morwenna return.

That snapped him right awake.

Holy moly, what did he just witness?

He saw his Stuart admitting he was wrong!

With the fiercest tone, uttering the most submissive words!

The guys always said, Stuart and his lady were like the big bad wolf and the little bunny.

But what kind of bunny could make the big bad wolf bow his head in apology?

Orson didn’t believe that.

At this moment, he was more convinced than ever to obey, to listen to Ms. Winslet... no, she’s Mrs. Hetfield, the young mistress now!

Morwenna was unaware that Stuart's reaction had scared the loyal bodyguard.

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Stuart started to change Morwenna's dressing.

As he unraveled the bandage from Morwenna's palm, there appeared a cut about four inches long, stitched up with nine stitches.

They had gotten the best doctor, so the wound was neatly sewn.

But every time Stuart saw it, it felt like a dull pain was clutching at his heart.

With a suppressed voice, Stuart said, "It looks scary now, but in a couple of days, we can remove the stitches, and the scar won't be too noticeable."

Morwenna nonchalantly replied, "Even if there's a scar, it's not a big deal. It's on my hand, not my face."

Morwenna had been living on her own since she was young, often getting hurt, so she really didn't mind.

Stuart's mood was too heavy, and she thought it unnecessary.

Looking at Morwenna's palm, Stuart suddenly said, "You're right, this scar should stay. Every time I see it, I'll remember what you've done for me."

Stuart's tone was too intense, sending a shiver down Morwenna's spine.

Morwenna wanted to say something, but meeting Stuart's gaze, she didn't know what to say.

Morwenna liked Stuart, in that youthful, innocent way a girl falls for a handsome, kind man.

But Stuart's affection for Morwenna was overwhelming, as if he was willing to give up everything for her.