How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 7

Stuart groggily observed the woman straddling his waist, one hand clutching his shirt at the chest, the other balled into a fist.

He felt a headache.

He just woke up, and his voice was as hoarse as a bass drum. "Drop it."

Recognising Stuart was totally awake and his hold on her neck was lessening, Morwenna’s face ballooned up in indignation, looking like a miffed squirrel, she retorted “What about you let go of my neck first, huh?!"

Stuart released his hold, noticing the purplish bruises on Morwenna’s neck. His gaze flickered momentarily.

He muttered, “Who let you in?”

Morwenna suddenly felt guilty. “I saw you weren’t up at this hour and thought you might have passed out. Just came to check.”

With those words, her guilt intensified.

Before she entered, Stuart had been sleeping soundly, undisturbed.

After her entrance, Stuart's handsome face bore a bruise, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

Morwenna was about to say something to mend the situation.

Feeling her unusually high body temperature through his clothes as she sat on his waist, Stuart finally scowled, “How long do you plan on sitting there?”

Once, the debutantes of Rosefrost Hollow had debated what it would take to stir the real emotions of Stuart, the so-called demon lord.

If Morwenna were part of that discussion, she might suggest, “Try punching him.”

Realizing she was still sitting on him, Morwenna quickly rolled off.

She didn't exactly feel like she was in the wrong, but there was this nagging thought that she went too far.

She had barged into his room, climbed onto his bed, and hit him.

But, she reacted out of defense when threatened.

Stuart had instigated it by going for her neck first, and her response was just basic instinct.

No matter how she justified it inside, Morwenna felt she was somewhat in the wrong.

Thus, she sincerely apologized. “Stuart, I’m sorry for entering your room without permission.”

After that, Morwenna quickly fled Stuart’s room.

Descending the stairs, she sighed deeply.