How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart was boiling with rage for two reasons. First, someone had been picking on Morwenna, his daily confidante, yet she hadn't breathed a word of it to him. Second, he was convinced that Morwenna's rush to repay him was her way of plotting an escape. Despite her assurances of affection, Stuart sensed a lack of deeper love from Morwenna.

Dizzy and feeling wronged, Morwenna struggled to cope. Schoolyard bullies and the physical toll of her job hadn't fazed her; she'd always believed in giving as good as she got. But Stuart's attitude was a different kind of hurt.

No longer resisting, she looked up at Stuart and suddenly asked, "Stuart, is Adelaide back in town?"

Stuart's anger seemed to spike. In his eyes, Morwenna's question implied she wanted to push Adelaide back into his life, possibly as a means to distance herself. Why would she want to leave? Was it his ruthless methods that frightened her, or had she seen through to his dark nature? But he wouldn't entertain the thought of letting her go.

Noticing Stuart's silence, Morwenna's voice broke with emotion. The room full of people momentarily forgotten, she said, "Stuart, I never wanted to draw a line between us. I've always wanted to stand by you. Melvin once told me that a person must have dignity and repay their debts... What about you? Do you like me? I feel like you do, but you once said sending Adelaide away for three years meant she wouldn't return. Now Adelaide is back."

Stuart paused, his mind a whirlwind of confusion momentarily calming down. Realizing he was gripping Morwenna's wrist too tightly, he quickly loosened his hold. "You never thought of leaving?"

His paranoia focused on one thing: Morwenna must not leave. He overlooked her question about Adelaide, considering her insignificant now. Adelaide didn't matter when he didn't care for Morwenna; with his eyes only for Morwenna now, Adelaide was less than an afterthought.

Morwenna shook her head. "I'm your wife. Why would I leave? Unless..."

Unless Stuart chose Adelaide over her again.

"No unless!" Stuart cut in sharply.

Morwenna felt slightly relieved, reading Stuart's lack of concern for Adelaide in his reaction. She looked up, tears brimming in her eyes, "Stuart, you're hurting me."

Stuart's anger subsided as he quickly let go, noticing the red mark on Morwenna's wrist. His expression softened, and he scooped Morwenna up, heading upstairs as he gently said, "I'm sorry, I lost control. Let's get you some ointment."

Without a care for the guests, Stuart carried Morwenna away.

Dizzy and confused, Morwenna managed to remember their company, apologizing over Stuart's shoulder, "Sorry to scare everyone. Stuart and I married by choice... I... I really like Stuart. Let's have dinner together again soon."

As Stuart carried her away, no one doubted her willingness in their marriage anymore. Stuart's evident care for Morwenna was clear to even a drunk Lorna. More than just care, Stuart seemed profoundly in love, terrified of losing Morwenna.

This... was this lovesick man really the fearsome boss of legend?