How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart had finally given her a chance to speak up.

Morwenna bowed her head. After a long silence, she whispered, "Okay."

Perhaps to hide the emotions swirling in her eyes, she closed them, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

At that moment, Stuart didn't realize that if he suggested Morwenna move back in, to try and make things work, she would have agreed.

But Stuart felt that Morwenna's reliance on him wasn't strong enough yet.

He decided to strike while the iron was hot.

After all these days, he really had no patience left for playing games.

The faint scent that lingered around him made him subconsciously relax but also firmed his resolve to seize and control the situation.

Stuart glanced at Morwenna in his arms. Seeing that her eyes were still closed, he messaged Fletcher, "Make your move now."

It seemed like Fletcher was waiting by his phone as he replied almost instantly.

"Stuart, are you sure about this? There's no need to rush things. Winning a woman over takes time with some risks."

"Cut the crap, just set it up."

"Alright then, Stuart, just be careful."

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Stuart locked his phone screen and looked again at Morwenna, waiting.

She was curled up in his arms, covered with his jacket, drifting in and out of sleep.

In the quiet of the car, there was the hum of the moving vehicle.

Suddenly, a sharp screeching of brakes came out.

"Crash!"

Normally, Morwenna was quick to react.

But lost in her drowsy state now, she couldn't even grasp what had happened.

At the next moment, Stuart wrapped his arms around her waist and swiftly turned her.

She was shielded between the back of the seat and Stuart.

Her entire body was enveloped in his embrace.

The surrounding chaos and the shattering of car windows all were blocked by Stuart's back.

Morwenna finally realized what had happened.

She clung to Stuart's shirt, her voice panicked, "Stuart, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Stuart didn't move.

Feeling around in her panic, Morwenna touched Stuart's back, drenched.

She looked at her hand and saw it covered in fresh blood.

Morwenna trembled her voice with fear, "Stuart, wake up, please. You hate me, don't you? Why would you jump to save me? Is anyone there? Help!"

Then Stuart shifted slightly, his voice hoarse but clear in Morwenna’s ear, "I don't hate you and I don't want you hurt."

Morwenna widened her eyes.

It was as if her ears were ringing, hearing only the frantic beating of her heart.

Stuart didn't want her to get hurt and he'd put his own life on the line for her.

Why was he being so kind?

Rescuers arrived quickly outside.

They soon pried open the twisted car door and pulled the two of them out.

As soon as Stuart was outside, a crowd surrounded him, pushing Morwenna to the side.

She stumbled, unable to stay upright.

She saw Stuart’s back peppered with shards of glass, his shirt soaked in blood.

As people hustled to take Stuart away, Morwenna tried to follow but was blocked by the crowd.

Just then, Stuart turned back and said, "Morwenna, come with me."

The crowd parted.

Then Stuart saw her, her steps shaky but filled with a raw fervor as she ran towards him.

Stuart twitched his lips into an almost imperceptible smirk.

The girl had finally, willingly, run into his arms.