How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

This kind of extreme challenge isn’t for everyone.

Those who are faint-hearted might even end up with lasting psychological scars from such a scare.

Knowing full well that Morwenna was terrified of heights, tricking her into riding a roller coaster was downright malicious.

Screams tore through the air wave after wave.

Once around, twice, three times…

Stuart, with a sinister ease, asked, “Do you all want to keep going?”

“No... no more,” they pleaded.

“Mr. Hetfield, we were wrong.”

“We’re done. I... we apologize.”

Stuart frowned like hitting the mute button, everyone fell silent instantly.

Everyone knew Stuart was a sort of tyrant. Angering him could lead to unimaginable consequences.

Seemingly unsatisfied, Stuart said, “Oh, stopping already? That won’t do. I decided it’s time you had your fill of fun. You’ve really grown some nerve, messing with my girl.”

The roller coaster roared to life again.

Whether afraid of heights or not, enduring continuous rides like this was unbearable.

The screams now carried a hint of crying, all becoming hoarse.

When Stuart finally called it off, everyone looked as pale as Morwenna. Some couldn’t even stand straight, others were bent over on the side of the path throwing up. A few had fainted outright.

Stuart held Morwenna, watching expressionlessly.

Toying with them, Stuart was indifferent to such malice.

The group watched Stuart fearfully, their eyes filled with dread yet trying not to show it.

Suddenly, Stuart found it all dull.

All of the people and their affairs were boring.

Just then, Stuart felt a small hand clutching his shirt.

He looked down.

Morwenna was holding onto him, calling out, “Stuart.”

Her voice was weak, nasal, unintentionally soft and endearing.

That single utterance of his name seemed to pull him back to reality.

Rarely did anyone call Stuart by his first name directly.

Only Morwenna, unlike others who called him Mr. Hetfield, would call him Stuart and sometimes even ‘bad guy’.

At that moment, Morwenna sensed something off in Stuart’s mood.

Holding her, Stuart still seemed every bit the reckless tyrant.

But maybe because she was so up close, staring deep into his eyes, she felt a chill that was too deep to measure.

It was like walking alone in a world of ice and snow.

At that moment, all Morwenna wanted was to call out to him, not to say anything in particular.

It was just to call his name.

She wasn’t sure what she was feeling right now.

Stuart spoke harshly and was cruel.

Stuart deliberately made life difficult for her.

Stuart even threatened to send her away, using a contract to humiliate her.

Yet Stuart had taken care of her when she was sick.

Stuart had become increasingly gentle towards her.

Now, Stuart had saved her from a potentially deadly fall.

Stuart didn’t know what his appearance meant to Morwenna just then.

He reminded her of Melvin, who had rescued her during her lowest point. That alone was enough for Morwenna to brush off any rough edges Stuart had.

Stuart helped Morwenna into his car.

He continued to hold her close, either forgetting to let go or for some other reason.

Morwenna didn’t push Stuart away.

Suddenly, Stuart pinched Morwenna’s chin firmly, saying, “Morwenna, you’re officially my woman after all. Next time someone does you wrong, just hit them back twice as hard!”

Stuart didn’t regret any of his actions but just disliked seeing her so downcast.

Morwenna couldn’t help but remember the first time she had visited. When she said she would fight back, Stuart had made her apologize.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.