How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

As soon as Morwenna sensed Stuart's mood was off, she didn't panic. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him, giving his back a comforting pat.

Her voice, soft and soothing, carried a whisper of reassurance, "Work's got you tied up in knots, huh? Don't sweat it. Take your time, I'm here for you. Once you're off the clock, we can head home together."

After saying this, Morwenna offered Stuart a comforting smile.

She settled herself in the lounge area, pulling out the smartphone Stuart had gifted her, and began playing Candy Crush.

The thought of going home together seemed to ease some of Stuart's irritation.

But it wasn't work that had him on edge. It was the caution Fletcher had given him.

He had once schemed against Morwenna.

Morwenna, who couldn't stand even a speck of deceit. What would she do if she found out?

Stuart shuddered at the thought.

Engrossed in her game, Morwenna suddenly looked up, "Stuart, could I get some water? I'm a bit parched."

She had indulged in too much spicy food at lunch, finding herself constantly reaching for water throughout the afternoon.

Stuart dialed the internal line without hesitation, "Bring me a glass of water."

Within a minute, an assistant arrived, bringing the water in Stuart's personal mug, mistaking the request as one for Stuart himself.

Upon seeing the assistant, Stuart said, "It's for her."

The assistant's anxiety spiked, "Oh... Mr. Hetfield, I used your mug. Let me get another one."

Stuart glanced at Morwenna, nonchalantly asking, "Wenna, do you mind? It's my mug."

Morwenna shook her head, "Not at all." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

After all, it was clean. What's there to mind about sharing a mug?

The assistant was taken aback, realizing this wasn't about whether Ms. Winslet minded. It was about whether Mr. Hetfield did. But it seemed Stuart really didn't mind.

Quickly averting her gaze, the assistant placed the mug in front of Morwenna.

With a sweet smile, Morwenna thanked her, making the assistant think how adorable she was. No wonder Mr. Hetfield was fond of her.

After the assistant left, Morwenna quenched her thirst and resumed her game.

Stuart watched her for a moment before getting back to work, the atmosphere in the office now serene and gentle.

Perhaps it was too quiet, for Morwenna soon dozed off with her phone in hand.

In the middle of a virtual meeting, Stuart noticed her asleep and excused himself abruptly, leaving his colleagues bewildered.

"Where did Mr. Hetfield go? In the middle of a meeting?"

Stuart, however, had gone to Morwenna, gently removing her shoes and carrying her to his office's resting room. He covered her with a blanket, her presence unguarded in her sleep.

Touching her lips lightly, Stuart felt a secret joy in having her there, asleep in his domain.

After ensuring Morwenna was comfortably asleep, Stuart returned to the meeting, his voice lowered, "Let's continue."

The company's executives were puzzled by Stuart's demeanor. Seeing him speak softly, they instinctively lowered their own voices in their reports.

The management team of Hetfield Group was wondering what'd gotten into Mr. Hetfield, why he turned so soft-spoken.

Despite unfinished business goals, Stuart didn't lose his temper. Mistakes in reports were met with a simple request for correction. No anger, no harsh words.

Only the attending assistant knew the real reason.

It wasn't that Mr. Hetfield was in an unusually good mood or that he wasn't prone to anger. It was because Ms. Winslet was there in the office.