How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Good heavens, how much are we spending this month?"

Before Morwenna had arrived, it seemed like Stuart had always lived this extravagantly.

Early on, Morwenna had realized that the Hetfield family was far wealthier than she had imagined.

When she first arrived and saw just a modest two-story house, she thought they were quite ordinary.

But how could ordinary family spend hundreds of thousands a month with orchids in the garden that cost thousands each?

Morwenna decided she should take on all household duties herself.

If she did it, they wouldn’t need to spend extra money.

Of course, even after taking on everyone's chores, Morwenna never thought about asking Stuart for money. She believed it was her duty as Stuart’s wife.

Stuart stepped out of the bathroom to the ring of his phone. It was Norbert calling.

Stuart thought he might ask about the car accident.

But as soon as he answered, he was met with a gruff voice, “I expect you and Wenna at the private dinner party in three days.”

“That’s not appropriate.”

“Why? Surely you’re not thinking of bringing Adelaide with you? Stuart, I was only displeased before when you were involved with Adelaide. But if you dare to mistreat Wenna now, I’ll definitely kill you!”

Norbert hung up without waiting for a reply.

Stuart raised an eyebrow. What got into Norbert?

He hadn’t even asked about the car accident. In the past, Norbert would rush over at the slightest injury to show his concern, clearly favoring Stuart within the family. What had changed today?

Could Morwenna have secretly told him about moving out of Windcharm Villas?

Stuart made another call, his tone icy, “Check if Norbert knows about Morwenna moving out of Windcharm Villas.”

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His eyes narrowed dangerously.

So, Norbert did know.

Morwenna seemed like a real schemer, planning all this just to willingly come back.

Once back, she immediately stirred things up behind the scenes. Was her goal to force Norbert to acknowledge their ridiculous marriage?

Stuart had underestimated her.

When Stuart went downstairs for dinner, his mood was visibly off.

Morwenna thought he was still upset about her barging into the bathroom earlier. She ate in silence and didn’t exchange a word before he returned upstairs.

Morwenna pouted, thinking how quick Stuart was to anger.

She lingered downstairs for hours, too nervous to go up. Just the thought of sharing a roof with Stuart made her anxious.

At ten o'clock, she finally mustered enough courage to go upstairs.

Pushing the door open, she saw Stuart already asleep. Morwenna tiptoed around, relieved that he was asleep, as it eased her nerves.

She looked over at Stuart, choosing not to join him in bed.

Their marriage had to be certain to continue before she could share his bed again. Instead, she grabbed a blanket and settled on the couch.

It was soft and large, more than sufficient for a good night’s sleep.

Exhausted, she curled up on the couch. The roller coaster of emotions from the day felt like a mental drain. Despite the fatigue, she couldn’t sleep, her thoughts a tangled mess swirling with the day's events and her complicated relationship with Stuart.

It all seemed so sudden, yet somehow inevitable.