How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

She tried to comfort Stuart, worried that her words might fall on deaf ears. The disdain and bloodlust in Stuart's eyes slowly subsided under the familiar scent that enveloped him. He wrapped his arms around Morwenna with all his might, as if clinging to the only thing he had left in a world that had forsaken him.

"Princess, you're all I have."

"I'm here."

Morwenna could feel the loneliness and world-weariness emanating from Stuart, and she stayed still, letting him hold her. After a while, Stuart let go of Morwenna. He seemed to have calmed down, planting a kiss on her forehead, "Princess, don't be scared. I won't do anything today." Morwenna let out a sigh of relief. She wanted to ask, if not today, then what about tomorrow? But she was afraid of upsetting Stuart again, so she didn't dare to ask anything. She really wanted to know what was going on, but Stuart didn't seem inclined to share.

"Let's go out. There's a new diner opening today."

"Okay."

Hand in hand, Morwenna and Stuart stepped outside. Everyone was still there. As they appeared, all eyes instinctively turned to Claude. Claude's light gray eyes fixated on Stuart, filled with challenge, disdain, and hidden jealousy.

With an icy tone, Stuart said, "Even if you're seeking death, don't do it here."All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Claude's gaze shifted to Morwenna, finally showing a hint of regret. The brewing storm seemed to quiet down. Outside, Campbell was having a hard time keeping things under control.

What on earth were they discussing inside? Why weren't they coming out yet?

After the lion dance, Claude's

performance was supposed to kick things off. With Claude and Stuart's arrival, the crowd from the school had grown even larger. As the host Campbelt had been stalling for what felt like ages, worried that the eager fans might storm the diner if the group didn't show up soon Customers had their rights, after all; if they wanted to send a package, you couldn't just stop them. But if people saw the dynamic between Stuart and his sister-in-law, Campbell feared for his life!

"Campbell, when is Angel coming out?!"

"Yeah, wasn't he supposed to sing for the opening? When does it start?"

"Why don't you let us in to have a look? I promise to keep my distance and not disturb anyone."

Just as Campbell was wiping the

sweat from his forehead for the third time, the group finally emerged. Stepping out of the diner, Morwenna let go of Stuart's hand. Stuart's gaze darkened. Claude made his way to the center.

Now, Claude, with all traces of madness concealed, politely said, "I'm thrilled to be here for today's grand opening. I've brought a new song to share with everyone..."

His clear, youthful voice began to fill the air. The warm morning sun bathed him in light, making him appear as if he was glowing, beautifully fragile like a faerie. It's no wonder the fans called Claude "Angel."

Society today is very inclusive.

Claude's albinism, indicated by his

white hair and light eyes, often results from inbreeding. But no looked down on Claude for his condition. After all, no one chooses their birth, and the general sentiment was one of sympathy rather than contempt.

As the song progressed, the crowd quieted down. Morwenna, too, looked towards the stage, somewhat dazed. The child who once shunned the limelight was now standing at the center of it.

Stuart's gaze deepened, his voice low enough for only those close to him to hear, "Princess, do you find it beautiful?"