How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Keira quickly snapped back to reality.

The caregiver was still clutching her leg, her face a mask of fear.

Keira was so scared that she turned pale.

Morwenna ignored the caregiver, knowing Keira was timid, and whispered, "Keira, don't be scared. That’s my... husband, Stuart. He's a good man. He can't stand seeing me getting bullied."

Stuart, who had always preferred keeping their marriage under wraps, raised an eyebrow at Morwenna's introduction, finding the title rather pleasing.

Regaining his composure, Stuart asked Morwenna, "Where are you going? I'll take you."

Morwenna wasn't keen on getting a ride from Stuart but didn't want to provoke him at the moment and accepted. "I am going to Windcharm Villas for work."

Stuart seemed slightly displeased but conceded. "Let's go."

Morwenna glanced at the still petrified caregiver and asked Stuart, "What about her?"

"Someone will take care of it."

Seeing Stuart growing impatient, Morwenna didn’t press further, fetched a wheelchair, and helped Keira to follow Stuart.

Keira had injured her leg, and Morwenna had to lift her into the car.

Stuart watched Morwenna lift Keira into the car, his expression darkening. "Morwenna, are you planning to keep her with you all the time?"

Morwenna placed the wheelchair in the trunk and nodded. "Yeah, she's my patient, and I must look after her. I’ll take her back to the hospital after my shift tonight."

Stuart’s mood only worsened.

They drove to Windcharm Villas quietly, and Keira was too afraid to speak.

When the car stopped, Morwenna got out and said, "Stuart, I’ve got to go now."

She then pushed Keira straight to the local farmers' market.

Stuart watched Morwenna's retreating figure, feeling increasingly agitated.

Previously, he had staged a heroic rescue to win her over as part of his plan. But at the time, it seemed Morwenna was drifting further away from him with each passing day.

He genuinely didn’t think there was anything wrong with his actions.

Yet, Morwenna's distancing made him restless.

He had even started to trust her somewhat, giving her access to his bank card and agreeing to live together in the Hetfield's Homestead.

What more did she want?

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Stuart wanted to be nicer to Morwenna but just didn't know how to go about it.

After all, Stuart had spent his life scheming, never once considering how to care for someone.

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Once away from Stuart, Keira finally felt safe to speak.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Morwenna and whispered, "Wenna, you're so amazing."

Morwenna was puzzled since Stuart was the one to have struck the caregiver, not her.

They reached the farmers' market, where Mrs. White, spotting a newcomer, instinctively remarked, "Morwenna, who’s this young lady you've brought? It is a farmers' market, not a place for high society."

Indeed, Keira looked every bit the part of a wealthy family’s child.

Used to hearing snide comments, Keira nervously twisted her fingers.

Morwenna replied with a smile, "Mrs. White, she’s shy. Please don’t scare her out. She’s my patient, and I brought her here today because she had nowhere else to go. Please help me keep an eye on her."

Still a bit stunned, Mrs. White handed Morwenna a pancake. "I sell fish here, and how am I supposed to look after a young lady like this?"

Keira thought Mrs. White would kick her away.

But then, Mrs. White handed her a pancake, too. "Would you like a pancake?"

Keira hesitated, then seeing that Morwenna had taken one, quickly accepted, "Thank you."

Morwenna's smile brightened, her eyes curving with warmth.