How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

“Morwenna, are you avoiding me?” Stuart’s deep and indifferent voice echoed through the room.

Morwenna stopped in her tracks, tacitly admitting the truth.

She could have made an excuse, but lying was never her strong suit. Her face was an open book. It was easier to own up to it.

“Why are you hiding from me?” Stuart asked.

Morwenna frowned, unsure of how to explain.

To be blunt, she found Stuart irresistibly charming.

In her eyes, Stuart was a decent man. Whether it was his occasional gentleness or the times he had come to her aid, each gesture tempted her, not to mention his handsome looks.

Several incidents involving Adelaide had cooled her slight infatuation, convincing her to see Stuart merely as a benefactor.

But Stuart kept showing up, pulling her out of the bar and lending her money.

It was getting hard for Morwenna to keep her feelings strictly platonic.

Their relationship was complicated by Adelaide and further tangled by their mutual friend Norbert’s issues.

Morwenna feared that she might eventually fall for him if things continued this way, so avoidance seemed the only viable option.

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Morwenna's silence made Stuart’s expression darken.

Suddenly, a ringtone broke the silence in the room.

It was coming from Stuart’s coat, Morwenna's ringtone.

Previously, Stuart had taken Morwenna's phone, and she hadn’t dared to ask for it back.

At that moment, she hurriedly said, “I... I’ll get that.”

She ran over and began rummaging through Stuart’s coat for her phone.

Stuart watched her fumble with his coat, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Avoiding eye contact with Stuart, Morwenna grabbed the phone without checking the caller ID and answered.

A shrill, hysterical voice came through. “Morwenna, do you think you’ve won? Do you think Stuart will be yours by getting rid of me? Dream on!”

Morwenna's expression cooled. “Adelaide, what do you want?”

She never felt she owed Adelaide anything. Despite Adelaide’s multiple attempts to hassle her, Morwenna had refrained from retaliating out of respect for Stuart.

Hearing Morwenna speak, Stuart’s brow furrowed.

Why would Adelaide be calling Morwenna?

Adelaide was almost screeching on the phone. “Go to hell, you bitch. I even tried to kill myself to Stuart’s face! I cut my wrist! But he still forced me to leave the country, all because you manipulated it behind the scenes, didn’t you?”

Morwenna was shocked. She hadn’t known Adelaide had gone abroad.

That night, a feverish Stuart had left her to find Adelaide.

When Norbert fell ill the next day, Stuart took a long time to return.

Morwenna had felt resentful then, thinking Stuart was with Adelaide, believing Adelaide was more important to Stuart than even Norbert. She thought Stuart’s previous declarations of not loving anyone were lies and that he had a special place for Adelaide.

Little did she know Stuart had sent Adelaide abroad after her suicide attempt.

It seemed Stuart didn’t care for Adelaide.

The realization flooded Morwenna's mind.

As Adelaide kept ranting, Morwenna interrupted, “Adelaide, listen, no matter what you believe, no matter what decision Stuart makes, it doesn't concern me. And please don’t call me again whatever you are going through. I don’t care. I care about Stuart, not you.”

Adelaide seemed shocked by the retort.

“Bitch! You’ll pay for this. I won’t let you get away with it!” Adelaide screamed like a madwoman.