How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 315

Morwenna's clear, untainted eyes reflected Stuart's disgrace as if a villain were trying to drag a goddess from her pedestal.

When their eyes met, Stuart's tormented soul found a moment of clarity.

Morwenna's cheeks turned rosy from the kiss; she was inexperienced in matters of the heart. No one had ever talked to her about such things. She grew up without elder women to guide her. Melvin, the kind man from her childhood, was not someone who could broach such topics, and Norbert was even less likely to discuss these matters. Growing up in the mountains, she couldn't learn about these things from the internet.

Morwenna blushed instinctively, unaware of what might happen next. Trusting Stuart, she let him proceed without resistance, even as her white nightgown tore.

Stuart's expression changed subtly. He grabbed a blanket and covered Morwenna, contemplating escape once more.

The first time Morwenna, drunk, kissed Stuart, he realized his feelings for her might be deeper than he admitted and chose to flee from them. He refused to acknowledge his vulnerabilities. Now, with Morwenna intoxicated again, she was no longer just Stuart's weakness; she had become the very beat of his heart. A weakness could be exploited, but losing a heart meant death.

Stuart wanted to flee again, fearing his disgrace might lead him to hurt Morwenna.

Grim-faced, he got out of bed and strode toward the door. As he was about to leave, Morwenna, her face still flushed and body marked by kisses, her nightgown revealing a shoulder, stumbled after him. Her eyes, misty like a wronged child, caught his gaze.

Holding her torn gown with one hand and clutching Stuart's shirt with the other, she looked up at him, "Where are you going, mister?"

"I... need to step out."

Morwenna thought Stuart had matters to attend to, given his usually busy schedule. She felt a pang of disappointment and was about to let go when she remembered Greta's advice—to cling to him, to seduce but not to surrender fully.

Reaffirming her grip, Morwenna shook her head, "Please don't go."