How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 125

Stuart had always been ruthless.

When he set his mind to something, he went all in with a wild, unfettered determination and not a shred of sympathy or softness.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the nickname "The Beast."

Yet, as Stuart looked at Morwenna, her eyes slightly red and pleading and clutching at him pitifully, something unexpected happened. He felt a pang of compassion.

She said she wanted to go home.

The atmosphere in the VIP lounge was still buzzing.

Laughter and banter echoed around them.

The air was thick with the smells of various drinks and the biting scent of cigarettes, like a chaotic feast.

At that moment, Stuart felt the innocent and bright Morwenna shouldn't see this.

He even disliked the idea of others seeing her in that state.

Suddenly, Stuart draped his suit jacket over Morwenna's head and pulled her close into his embrace.

His broad arms seemed to shield her from the noise and chaos outside.

Enveloped in darkness under the jacket, Morwenna didn't resist. Instead, she felt oddly comforted.

Stuart suddenly raised his voice. "Shut up, everyone!"

The lively room seemed to hit mute instantly, and silence fell.

Stuart turned to a woman so drunk that she was barely conscious and said coldly, "Don't touch her until she's sober."

Startled, Jesse thought Stuart was interested in the woman and quickly responded, "Sure, sure, Mr. Hetfield, I won’t touch her."

After speaking, Stuart left the room with Morwenna still in his arms.

Under the jacket, Morwenna could see nothing but smell the faint scent of cologne on Stuart, reminiscent of the crisp fragrance of pine and melting snow in winter.