How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart grabbed the marriage license and tossed it carelessly to Norbert.

It was like ticking off a checklist for him. He turned, got into his car, and slammed the door shut.

Caught off guard and fuming, Norbert yelled, "Hold on there, young man! You just got married, and you have a wife now. Are you planning to leave her behind?"

Stuart rolled down the window, ignored Norbert's words, and looked coldly at Morwenna. "Remember, this marriage stays under wraps. Don’t blab about us outside. It’s beneath me!"

With that, he revved the engine, leaving a puff of exhaust and speeding away before Morwenna could respond.

Norbert staggered with anger.

Morwenna quickly stepped forward to steady him. "Norbert, are you all right?"

Norbert could hardly conceal his embarrassment. He also wanted to ask if Wenna was okay. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Coughing slightly to clear his throat, he spoke earnestly, "Wenna, you know the deal with my grandson, don't you? He's tough to deal with and not good at much. You wouldn’t consider divorcing him, would you?"

Morwenna immediately assured him, "Of course not, Norbert. No matter how useless he is, I’ll take care of him. We believe in making a marriage work, not in talking of divorce lightly."

If the people in their circles knew that someone dared call Stuart, the feared tycoon, useless, they’d be astonished.

Norbert looked at Morwenna’s naive and sincere face, feeling like a villain who had tricked a young girl into a dangerous place.

Feeling guilty, Norbert decided to secretly transfer the ownership of Stuart’s villa to Morwenna when he got home.

Norbert had the driver take Morwenna to the villa where Stuart lived, hoping to give the young couple some space to foster their relationship before they returned to the Hetfield's Homestead.

He left in a hurry, intent on hiding the marriage certificate. That way, there’d be no easy way out for Stuart if he ever thought of divorce.

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Windcharm Villas was the place where Stuart usually lived.

The villa complex wasn’t luxurious, even ordinary, with many preserved historical buildings.

But its exclusivity wasn’t about wealth. Living there was a symbol of status.

Norbert had left so hurriedly that he forgot to mention Morwenna was Norbert’s wife. The driver dropped Morwenna off at the entrance of Windcharm Villas, not bothering with her luggage, and left.

Carrying her bags, Morwenna found her way to Area One.

She saw a small yard enclosed by a picket fence with a modest three-story house.

It reminded Morwenna of the grandest house in her village, though not as grandly decorated, which comforted her.

It seemed the Hetfield family wasn’t as wealthy as she feared, which eased her worries about potential barriers due to wealth.

The yard was spacious, perfect for growing flowers someday.

Thinking it, Morwenna walked through the yard to the house, took out the key Norbert gave her, and opened the front door.

While stepping in, she saw Stuart sitting on the living room couch.

Tall and casually elegant, Stuart had left his suit jacket aside, his shirt collar loosely opened, revealing an alluring Adam's apple. A small mole at the corner of his eye lifted as he looked up, every move radiating a lazy aristocracy.

Morwenna was struck by his appearance, as splendid as a character from a classic painting.

At that moment, Morwenna looked entirely out of place with a large backpack stuffed with belongings.

She had brought all her essential items from her college life to save money.

She had a timeworn suitcase in her left hand, and in the other, a retro Nokia phone you practically never see around these days. Apart from her pretty face, everything else about her was a mess.

The contrast between them couldn't be starker.

Feeling a bit nervous, Morwenna smiled sincerely. "Hi Stuart, I’m Morwenna."

Looking like a king of his domain confronted by an intruder, Stuart emitted a barely perceptible threat.

His mature, icy voice commanded. "Get out!"