How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Back when things were simpler, Stuart kind of thought that Morwenna was a bit of a schemer, her tears nothing more than a clever disguise.

Now, reflecting on the past, Stuart felt nothing but a heavy weight on his heart.

After carefully applying ointment to Morwenna's wound, Stuart suddenly grabbed a pair of scissors meant for cutting bandages and sliced a cut across his own palm. Morwenna, clutching a throw pillow, didn't even realize what happened until she saw Stuart's palm bleeding. She gasped, "Stuart, what are you doing?"

Stuart's voice was heavy with emotion. "This hand has hurt you."

It's like walking through the darkest abyss, then finally finding a glimmer of warmth. He wouldn't allow anyone to harm Morwenna, not even himself. Stuart nonchalantly wrapped his palm with some bandage as if it was nothing.

Morwenna puffed up her cheeks in anger.

She wobbled to her feet on the bed, and Stuart, not wanting her to fall, stood up to help her.

The next moment, Morwenna flipped him over her shoulder, sending him crashing onto the bed.

Stuart, usually so stoic, was stunned for a few seconds.

Morwenna straddled him, her oversized nightgown slipping off one shoulder, revealing more than Stuart expected as she sat on his waist.

Stuart hurriedly tried to pull up the blanket to cover her.

But Morwenna pressed down on Stuart's hands, stopping him. Her face was still full of anger. "Stuart! You always act like your own health doesn't matter. Do you think hurting yourself makes me happy? Who even put that idea in your head?"

As Morwenna leaned closer, Stuart's breathing grew heavier.

Morwenna continued, "Do you have any idea how upset I get seeing you hurt? Norbert Hetfield said it was his fault for not protecting you. I wish I had known you when we were kids. I was so strong; even adults couldn't beat me. Then I could have protected you for Norbert Hetfield. We're already heartbroken, why would you hurt yourself more?"

Stuart remained silent.

Seeing him not respond, Morwenna, frustrated, bit down on his shoulder. Finding it too tough, she moved to his neck...

Morwenna's voice softened, "Stuart, do you realize your mistake now?"

Stuart felt something snap inside him.

Suddenly, he gripped Morwenna's head gently and pressed her closer to himself.

Morwenna, without thinking, bit down gently on Stuart's neck, leaving a small mark.

Stuart then flipped them over, holding Morwenna tightly in his arms.

He couldn't hold back any longer and kissed her deeply.

Amid their kiss, Stuart's voice was husky, "Go ahead and bite."

Morwenna bit his lip gently, her mind fuzzy. This didn't seem right.

Could this really make Stuart see his mistake?

In the next moment, her already dizzy mind couldn't think at all.

She felt as if Stuart had taken everything from her, leaving her lost and confused.

Her nightgown was lifted at some point, Stuart's burning hands on her waist.

Stuart had never felt such a wild desire for a woman before.

Voices in his head screamed, take her! She's your wife, claim her! She doesn't know any better, won't resist. In her vulnerable state, consummate this marriage, keep her forever, never let her go! He was driven by a dark, insatiable desire, his gaze turning intense as he looked at Morwenna.

Then he saw her eyes, clear and trusting.