How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart was the type who just didn't get how others felt.

Morwenna was beginning to see things clearly. The kindness Stuart had shown her initially was just a facade; deep down, he was cold-hearted.

She couldn't understand why he had risked his life to save her once, but she knew he wouldn't comprehend her feelings.

Seeing Stuart silent, Morwenna took a step to leave. “I’ve got to go, Stuart. Goodbye.”

She felt somewhat helpless.

It had been less than a month since she moved from the countryside to Rosefrost Hollow, and she had already moved several times. Fortunately, she didn't have many belongings.

She picked up her suitcase, walked past Stuart, and headed downstairs.

After some distance, Morwenna stopped and pulled out her phone to call Fletcher.

Stuart looked unwell. Was his wound worsening?

She didn’t ask directly because confronting him might make him think she was after something.

The call went unanswered. She figured he might be busy and decided to try later.

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Another figure emerged from the study—it was Fletcher.

He glanced at his ringing phone and then at Stuart, who was shrouded in a dark aura. Fletcher silenced his phone without answering.

“Stuart.”

“Get out!”

“I'm not… Listen to me.”

“I said get out.”

Fletcher was irked and retorted, “Morwenna is right, you really don’t understand.”

Stuart couldn’t understand human emotions, desires, or hatred. His heart was so filled with bitterness that there was no room left for anything else.

After Fletcher spoke, Stuart's fierce gaze suddenly lifted to meet his.

Fletcher was startled but met his gaze boldly. “Am I wrong? You’ve seen the reports, you’ve made your judgments, yet you chose to dig up Morwenna’s painful past, to test whether she’s worthy of your trust. But why? She is innocent and owes you nothing. Why should she suffer at your whims?”

Fletcher had been a loyal friend to Stuart for many years, often siding with him even when he knew Stuart was in the wrong.

But this time, Fletcher confronted him directly.

Stuart suddenly asked, “Have you developed feelings for her?”

Fletcher gave a wry smile. “I just think she's too pure and I feel bad for her. Don’t worry about me, I know you’re married to her and how important she is to you. I wouldn’t harbor inappropriate thoughts.”

Stuart looked away.

Fletcher sighed again. “Morwenna just called, probably worried about your injury. She even called me over yesterday to check on you. We’ve done all the checks and cleared all the questions. You should really get your back treated.”

Stuart had not cleaned or dressed his wound since the day before. The wound needed to remain dry until it scabbed over, but he had jumped into a murky pond, likely contaminating it.

Suddenly, Stuart turned and left.

Fletcher hurriedly asked, “Where are you going, Stuart?”

It seemed Stuart had an epiphany. The gloom around him lifted slightly. “You’re right; she doesn’t owe me anything. I’ve decided to treat her better. I’m going back to Norbert’s place. I’ll stay there for a while.”

Fletcher was stunned.

Was this really Stuart? Would Stuart say something like this?

Fletcher asked, somewhat dazed, “You’re going back just like that?”

Stuart matter-of-factly replied, “Why not? I’m a member of the Hetfield family. What’s wrong with staying at the family mansion?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. But shouldn’t we treat your wound first?”

“No need. Isn’t there a family doctor in the vast Hetfield Homestead?”