How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart glanced at Morwenna indifferently.

“What does your promise have to do with me?” Stuart said coldly.

“But Norbert is your grandfather.”

“I don't care.”

“Stuart!”

His face remained expressionless as he looked at the frazzled young woman before him.

Biting her lip, Morwenna pleaded softly, “Stuart, Norbert is getting old, and his heart isn't what it used to be. Please, I’m begging you. After tomorrow, I’ll take on more chores. Please.”

Norbert had supported her for many years and was the only one who seemed to care about her through his letters.

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Stuart scrutinized her, then suddenly let out a cold, unrestrained laugh. “I can play the part of your husband for a day, but after that, you’re moving out.”

Morwenna's eyes widened upon hearing Stuart’s demand.

“It’s just that I promised Norbert I’d look after you.”

Stuart scoffed. “Do you think I need that? Zoe handles everything perfectly. Someone cleans Windcharm Villas daily, and my favorite meals are ready without fail. Even before you came, the orchids in the yard had been thriving for two years.”

That was unusually verbose for Stuart.

Morwenna realized Stuart was speaking the truth. He didn’t need her care. Her presence only complicated his life.

In her time there, she clearly realized that Stuart didn't give a damn about her.

While looking down at her, Stuart’s voice was devoid of emotion. “Our marriage is only nominal, a wish of Grandpa. I’ll set you up in a house, but I don’t want to see you after that.”

Twisting her fingers nervously, Morwenna took a long time to respond.

“I’ll move out, but I have one condition.”

Stuart’s gaze grew mocking. “A house in Rosefrost Hollow isn’t enough? What else do you want?”

There she was, greedy in her blood, hoping for one last grab at his wealth before leaving.

Ignoring his sarcasm, Morwenna said sternly, “I don’t want your house. My only condition is that you inform me if Norbert visits. Just pretend we’re still together for his sake. I don’t want to break his heart.”

“What?”

“If you agree, I’ll find a place and move out immediately.”

Stuart studied her, trying to discern if this was genuinely for his grandfather or a ploy to stay entangled with him. He saw no longing for him in her gaze.

His eyes darkened, and then, he agreed. “Fine.”

Relieved he might not retract his offer, Morwenna nodded immediately. “Okay, I’ll move out.”

Morwenna's indifference seemed to narrow Stuart’s eyes slightly.

Without another word to Stuart, Morwenna left to shop for groceries. Norbert was coming for dinner, and she planned to cook.

At that moment, Morwenna felt somewhat lost.

She had tried her best. But marriage wasn’t something that thrived on effort alone.

Yet, she felt lost, not sad. She had agreed to this marriage to repay a debt.

Stuart didn’t like her, and she didn’t like Stuart, either.

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At eleven in the morning, Norbert arrived.

Seeing him, Morwenna hurried to greet him. “Norbert, there you are! Why did you bring so many things?”

She took the items from Norbert’s hands.