How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

A searing touch pressed against Morwenna, sending shivers down her spine. She suddenly realized something was off, her voice laced with urgency, "Stuart, wait, please wait!"

But Stuart was beyond the point of stopping. The concoction Adelaide had slipped into Stuart's drink was potent enough to knock out a couple of bulls, let alone a man. The only thing keeping Stuart in check until Morwenna's return was a simmering rage buried deep within him. Now, faced with the object of his obsession, Stuart couldn't contain his desires any longer.

In a frenzied state, Morwenna pleaded, "Stop, Stuart, please stop! What's gotten into you?" It was as if Stuart heard Morwenna's desperate cries, his grasp loosening as he halted his advances. The extreme effort to control himself was evident in his reddened eyes and the veins bulging on the back of his hands. Those eyes, almost crazed, settled on Morwenna as he rasped, "Adelaide drugged me, I can't control myself."

It dawned on Morwenna then why Stuart was acting so out of character. She had thought he was just enraged, unaware that he had been drugged. Judging by his reaction, it seemed like something out of a pulp fiction novel, the kind not suitable for children. Morwenna was torn between feelings.

Seeing Morwenna's hesitation, Stuart inched closer, whispering, "Princess, why did you take so long to return? I've been waiting for you." His voice carried a hint of vulnerability, making the towering man before her seem almost pitiable. This was a side of Stuart, clear-headed and rational, that he would never show. Morwenna's heart softened.

She looked up at Stuart, her voice serious, "Stuart, what do you truly feel for me? Is it gratitude, or is it love?" There were things Morwenna still cared about deeply. She felt that Stuart's feelings towards her were different from those towards Adelaide. But she needed to hear it from him.

Leaning close to Morwenna, Stuart whispered as if their souls were intertwined, "It's gratitude, it's love, it's faith, it's light, it's everything!" To Stuart, Morwenna's arrival had brought life to his existence. She was the light in his darkness, a believer in the abyss, looking up to her deity.

Suddenly, Morwenna no longer wanted to push Stuart away. Blushing, she closed her eyes and gently embraced him. After all, they were husband and wife, or so she thought. Morwenna had assumed their drunken escapades had solidified their union, leaving her body marked with evidence of their consummation. She had even wondered if she might be carrying a child.

But as Stuart began to undress her, lighting fires across her skin, panic set in. "Stuart, what are you doing?" "I... This..." Sensing Morwenna's fear, Stuart's voice cracked with restraint, "Darling, don't be afraid." Morwenna felt like driftwood in the storm of Stuart's passion, lost in the tempest. Time lost meaning until Stuart's gaze cleared, the bloodshot fading from his eyes. The chaos of the study and Morwenna's tear- streaked, vulnerable expression made him realize the gravity of their situation. How could he have taken Morwenna in such a sordid place?

Lifting Morwenna gently, he covered her with his jacket and stepped out of the study. Though it was deep into the night at Hetfield's Homestead, not a soul had retired. Everyone was keenly aware of the events unfolding, yet no one dared approach as the study door opened.