How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 203

Stuart's possessiveness was threatening to overwhelm him.

He noticed Morwenna's tension and quickly reined in his emotions.

Ambition and desire needed to be revealed gradually. Revealing it all at once could easily scare the little bunny away.

Stuart quelled his manic obsession, saying gently, "Alright, it's late. Time for bed."

Morwenna shook her head, as if the craziness she'd just witnessed in Stuart was merely an illusion.

This made her abandon the idea of sleeping on the couch.

They lay down together.

Each under their own blanket.

With a distance between them.

This was the distance Morwenna cherished.

She liked the idea of wanting to get closer yet maintaining a certain distance, not getting too close.

Stuart decided to apologize. With Morwenna's worries eased, she quickly fell asleep.

Unconsciously, she turned towards Stuart, curling up slightly.

Stuart moved closer, his handsome face showing devotion as he gently kissed Morwenna's forehead.

"Wenna, don't pull away; you can't go back..."

He pulled Morwenna's face to his shoulder.

There was no more distance between them.

Stuart closed his eyes.

The next day, Morwenna woke up at six as usual.

Upon waking, she realized she had nothing to do so early in the morning.

Her job at the market was gone.

Her left hand was injured.

And the money she owed Stuart, she had no idea when she could pay back.

Just as Morwenna was about to feel down, she noticed the person beside her also opening his eyes.

Neither of them planned to bring anyone along.

Stuart was going to apologize, not visiting as a guest, so why bring bodyguards or assistants to spectate?

But Orson, lacking tact, saw Morwenna about to leave and followed with a simple-minded look.

Stuart casually said, "No need to follow."

However, Orson didn't listen, insisting, "Keegan is back; he'll look after Mr. Hetfield. From now on, I need to protect the young mistress."

Morwenna wanted to say it wasn't necessary; she really didn't need protection.

But Stuart, for some reason, suddenly agreed, "Then follow us."

Orson quickly got into the car, sitting in the driver's seat, and asked with a simple-minded look, "Young mistress, where are we headed?"

Morwenna realized Orson's way of addressing her had changed and hastily said, "You don't have to call me 'young mistress'; just use my name, or as before, Ms. Winslet is fine."

"How could I? You’re the young mistress of the household!"

Orson was stubborn, and once he was set on something, no amount of force could persuade him otherwise.

Not even Stuart could change his mind, and of course, Morwenna couldn't either.