How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

When Morwenna dropped that bombshell, Stuart felt a significant shift in the air around him. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

He genuinely hadn't expected such words to tumble from Morwenna's lips.

Could she love him? Did someone genuinely love him for who he was?

The women who claimed to adore him were only after the wealth he held.

Adelaide had made grand declarations of love, but it was clear that she was only in it for the perks.

Love? All he saw in the eyes of others was wariness and fear.

Stuart was ready to scoff at Morwenna's statement, but when he looked into her eyes, he saw no ulterior motives, no fear, just pure, hopeful brightness, like the moon's reflection shimmering on a lake.

His intended mockery died on his lips.

With a hint of curiosity in his eyes, he asked, "What do you want from me?"

Morwenna seemed baffled for a moment. "I don't want anything. I was just wondering if it's okay to love you. I hope it doesn't cause you trouble."

Without the complications like those with Adelaide, Morwenna's love was straightforward and clear.

She knew Stuart loved no one and wasn't seeking his affection in return, just a chance.

If Stuart agreed, she wouldn't have to hide her feelings anymore.

Remembering something, Morwenna quickly added, "Don't worry. Even if I love you, I'll pay back the money I owe. We mountain folks don’t take advantage of others."

Cold and detached, Stuart found himself speechless. "Morwenna, didn’t you say once that I wasn’t your type?"

Morwenna recalled their initial interactions when she viewed Stuart as harsh and reckless, far from gentle. She felt she could never fall for someone like that.

Back then, she confessed her error. "I got it wrong. And I see it now. You're definitely my type."

Stuart raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming unconsciously.

He suddenly leaned in close to Morwenna, whispering, "Okay."

"What's okay?"

"You said you wanted to love me, and I agreed."

Joy flickered in Morwenna's eyes.

She was thrilled but maintained a composed facade, not allowing herself to smile too broadly.

Morwenna didn’t look away this time as they gazed at each other up close.

Previously, she’d avoided staring at Stuart, not out of fear, but to resist temptation.

She wasn’t afraid anymore. Temptation had already taken hold, and she fixated on the small mole at the corner of Stuart's eye, which lifted when he smiled. He was indeed a devilish enchanter.

Eventually, Morwenna couldn’t hold back any longer, and, looking up at Stuart, she beamed radiantly.

Caught off guard by her glowing smile, Stuart momentarily lost his thought.

Driven by some impulse, he cautioned her. “I probably won’t fall for you.”

Stuart didn’t realize he had used the word "probably," leaving a trace of uncertainty.

Morwenna nodded vigorously. "I understand!"

Stuart felt she didn’t truly grasp the situation.

This girl was so naive, it bordered on stupidity.

Yet, with Morwenna's confession of love, Stuart neither kicked her out nor responded with icy sarcasm.

The women who had tried to get close to Stuart before hadn’t received such gentle treatment.

Some who schemed their way into his bed received harsh rejections.

Others who professed their love publicly, using Stuart to broker deals, found their families driven to ruin.

Adelaide, too, had repeatedly proclaimed her love for Stuart, driving him to greater impatience until he had her sent abroad after a dramatic suicide attempt.