How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Although Stuart was undeniably handsome, he wasn't Morwenna's type.

His temperament was sour and nasty, resembling a charming but sinister villain.

Morwenna preferred gentle, cheerful men who would care for her feelings.

Ignoring Stuart's scowling face, Morwenna continued, "The moment I get a suitable place, I'm grabbing my things and moving out. I asked for your number so you can call me when Norbert visits. I'll need a heads up from you, sir."

Her request for Stuart's phone number was solely for Norbert's visits and had nothing to do with Stuart himself.

Rubbing his temples, Stuart faced the defiant young woman. "Why are you buttering up Grandpa? You can't take anything from my family."

"Sir, are you a bit paranoid, thinking everyone's out to get you?" Morwenna retorted. "I see Norbert as family, just trying to make him happy. Don't worry. I won't take anything from here."

Morwenna's voice remained clear and sweet like a bubbling spring even when she mocked Stuart.

After speaking her mind, she returned to her room, uninterested in dealing with Stuart any longer.

The paranoid man, picking up on her taunting tone, scowled in annoyance.

He didn't believe anyone could be without ulterior motives. People who claimed to aim at no interests always sought greater ones.

But Morwenna didn't care for Stuart's conspiracy theories.

Free from suppressing her true nature, she felt much happier.

Morwenna returned to her room and began packing her bags, though there wasn't much to pack. She planned to leave with the same items she arrived with.

Her only regret was that a man in a floral shirt had broken her suitcase, and she needed to buy a new one.

She would go house hunting the following day.

The next day at Healing Streams Medical Center's VIP room, one of the largest private hospitals in Rosefrost Hollow, the room was arranged to look almost the same as Stuart's bedroom rather than a hospital room, except for some sleep-inducing equipment used to treat his insomnia.

Sitting across Stuart was Dr. Fletcher Vaughn, a man with keen eyes dressed in a white coat.

"Fletcher, have you got everything I asked for?"

"Stuart, are you sure it's the scent of these items?"

"It should be."

Fletcher looked at the array of personal care products lined up in front of him, These were Morwenna's go-to brands, so Stuart thought it would be no sweat to replicate her scent.

He had delayed the experiment until his trusted friend Fletcher returned from abroad, preferring to sleep in front of someone he could fully trust.

To better mimic the scent, Fletcher even hired a young woman.

Confused, the girl complied when asked to shower upon arrival.

Facing two handsome and distinguished men, she steeled herself and entered the bathroom.

After cleaning up, she emerged in pajamas, thinking that spending time with such attractive men while earning a handsome fee wasn't a bad deal.

As she was about to approach, a gentle voice instructed, "Miss, your task today is just to sit here quietly."

The girl paused. "Just sit here?"

With a reassuring smile and a twinkle in his eyes, Fletcher confirmed, "Yes, just sit still."

Blushing, the girl couldn't help feeling flattered by the attention of two such affluent and attractive men.