How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna halted her breath as if she was about to fall off a mountain once again.

It was too high. She saw her younger self, immobile, watching her lifeblood slowly drain away.

Her breathing grew slower, nearly suffocating.

Then, suddenly, someone grabbed her hand.

She heard a steady male voice beside her.

"I'm here, you're safe now."

Was it Melvin who had come to save her?

No, it was Stuart!

Her tight chest seemed to inflate with air. The next moment, Morwenna was gasping for breath.

What a fierce wind!

They are tumbling and spinning at high speed.

She clasped Stuart's hand.

Stuart felt the cold sweat on the small hand in his palm. Was that fearless daredevil scared of heights?

Stuart had received the news earlier that Morwenna was taken away by Barclay.

He knew Barclay's intentions were far from good, but he didn't stop him.

'Cause by doing this, he could come off like some sort of hero.

It wasn't until he saw Morwenna panic that he appeared.

He could have stopped this roller coaster right away, but he didn’t.

According to psychology, going through fear with him, she will depend more on Stuart.

This wasn't about showing up in the nick of time to save the day. The whole thing was planned from the get-go.

What he hadn't anticipated was Morwenna's fear of heights being more severe than he imagined.

Morwenna knew nothing.

Amid the roaring wind, she heard her heart pounding.

Was it fear or something else?

She looked at the man beside her. In her dizziness, all she saw was the small mole by his eye flickering.

Time seemed to stretch on forever.

Finally, the roller coaster came to a halt.

Stuart unbuckled Morwenna's safety harness and pulled her up.

Morwenna was so pale as if all her vitality had been drained, unable to stand on her own.

Stuart tightened his heart and lifted her into his arms.

Morwenna leaned against Stuart like a broken doll, uncontrollably trembling.

Stuart had seen Morwenna lively, tearful yet resilient, and radiantly smiling, but he had never seen her this vulnerable, as if life itself was slipping away.

He wrapped his coat around Morwenna, holding her close.

Stuart's gaze turned fierce, like a chilling serpent eyeing Barclay and his cronies, sending shivers down their spines.

In a trance, Morwenna heard Stuart's ominous question, “Do you guys enjoy roller coasters?”

Barclay and the others bowed their heads, too scared to speak.

Silence fell, and Stuart instructed his bodyguards, “Since they enjoy roller coasters so much, let’s give them a few more rounds.”

The bodyguards in black approached, ushering the group onto the roller coaster and meticulously fastening their safety harnesses, including Barclay who was forcibly seated. No one was allowed to leave.

These pampered young men panicked.

No one expected Stuart to stand up for Morwenna.

Aside from Adelaide, no one had seen Mr. Hetfield defend any woman before.

Wasn't Morwenna just a maid?

Barclay couldn't believe it, blurting out, “Stuart, she's just a maid! Adelaide has been sick, waiting for you to visit her.”

Stuart seemed deaf to everything but the cold in his eyes, “Start it.”

The roller coaster jerked into motion.

“Ah, help!”

“Mr. Hetfield, I can’t do this, please let me off.”

“Mr. Hetfield, it was just a joke really, no harm meant.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Please, let me down!”