How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart groggily observed the woman straddling his waist, one hand clutching his shirt at the chest, the other balled into a fist.

He felt a headache.

He just woke up, and his voice was as hoarse as a bass drum. "Drop it."

Recognising Stuart was totally awake and his hold on her neck was lessening, Morwenna’s face ballooned up in indignation, looking like a miffed squirrel, she retorted “What about you let go of my neck first, huh?!"

Stuart released his hold, noticing the purplish bruises on Morwenna’s neck. His gaze flickered momentarily.

He muttered, “Who let you in?”

Morwenna suddenly felt guilty. “I saw you weren’t up at this hour and thought you might have passed out. Just came to check.”

With those words, her guilt intensified.

Before she entered, Stuart had been sleeping soundly, undisturbed.

After her entrance, Stuart's handsome face bore a bruise, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

Morwenna was about to say something to mend the situation.

Feeling her unusually high body temperature through his clothes as she sat on his waist, Stuart finally scowled, “How long do you plan on sitting there?”

Once, the debutantes of Rosefrost Hollow had debated what it would take to stir the real emotions of Stuart, the so-called demon lord.

If Morwenna were part of that discussion, she might suggest, “Try punching him.”

Realizing she was still sitting on him, Morwenna quickly rolled off.

She didn't exactly feel like she was in the wrong, but there was this nagging thought that she went too far.

She had barged into his room, climbed onto his bed, and hit him.

But, she reacted out of defense when threatened.

Stuart had instigated it by going for her neck first, and her response was just basic instinct.

No matter how she justified it inside, Morwenna felt she was somewhat in the wrong.

Thus, she sincerely apologized. “Stuart, I’m sorry for entering your room without permission.”

After that, Morwenna quickly fled Stuart’s room.

Descending the stairs, she sighed deeply.

Stuart already disliked her, and here she was, striking him on the second day of their marriage. She worried about whether they could ever coexist peacefully.

…

Back in the room, Stuart dabbed at the blood at the corner of his mouth.

His deep gaze rippled like a lake disturbed by a pebble.

He typically demanded solitude while resting, a rule well understood by the folks at the Hetfield's Homestead. Nobody dared intrude into his room. And at Windcharm Villas, it was even more unlikely as no one stayed overnight.

He hadn’t encountered such a situation since coming into power as an adult.

He had hurt someone again.

Seeing the marks on her neck, he knew the force he had used.

Yet, the girl didn’t fear him. Instead, she apologized.

The rare emotional fluctuation suppressed the irritability brought on by insomnia.

Unaware of Stuart’s thoughts, Morwenna reheated breakfast downstairs and waited a while before Stuart sluggishly appeared.

Trying to act as if nothing had happened, she greeted him with a sincere smile, “Stuart, breakfast is ready.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Stuart glanced at Morwenna, who seemed utterly unresentful, always smiling foolishly, his eyes briefly resting on the bruises on her neck, finding them somewhat glaring.

With a smile, Morwenna said, “Stuart, Norbert called to say he’s coming over for dinner this weekend.”

Thinking to ease the atmosphere with some common ground, Morwenna hoped not to aggravate Stuart too much after the beating.

However, Stuart’s demeanor turned icy at these words.

Was she using Norbert to threaten him?

Glancing at the breakfast on the table, he coldly said, “I don’t eat takeout. You’ll weed and till the entire garden today.”

After saying that, Stuart turned and left.

Seeing him leave so casually, Morwenna's previous guilt faded away. It wasn't due to the gardening work but the lavish breakfast that morning for which she'd shelled out over sixty dollars!

She hadn’t even indulged herself! And Stuart just dismissed it without a second thought, absolutely lacking in manners.

She wasn’t upset about the choking. After all, she had intruded into Stuart’s room first.

But wasting food and money was unacceptable!

He was indeed a nuisance!