How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Barclay and his friends had mentioned before that Stuart and Adelaide were an item.

Morwenna was just a simple girl from the countryside, naive about the world’s ways.

If Stuart liked Adelaide, Morwenna thought she could talk to Norbert about getting a divorce to let them be together.

But just last night, Stuart had said he wanted to give their marriage a shot.

Why did he have to keep things special with Adelaide and yet be so kind to Morwenna?

At that moment, Morwenna felt a tightness in her chest.

She tidied up the dinner table. Without even washing the dishes placed in the kitchen, she walked dazedly toward her room.

Fletcher couldn’t help but call out to Morwenna, “Hey, Mrs. Hetfield, where are you off to?”

That snapped Morwenna back to reality. Fletcher was still there. It would be pretty rude to just leave a guest hanging there.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a look of apology. “I had a rough night and didn’t sleep well. I’m a bit out of it and need to catch some sleep.”

Fletcher thought to himself, “Is it just lack of sleep or did you not sleep at all with all this on your mind?”

He wanted to offer some words of comfort but wasn’t sure what to say.

He stood up and said, “Alright. Get some rest. I’ll head out then.”

“Yeah, goodbye Dr. Vaughn.”

With that, Fletcher left, thinking it was best for Stuart to deal with this mess.

Indeed, life was simpler away from romantic entanglements.

The house quieted down.

Morwenna walked to her room, pushed open the door, and paused as she remembered she had moved to the second floor into Stuart’s room.

Somewhat confused, she went upstairs.

She lay back on the couch.

Her mind played scenes like a movie.

One moment Stuart was with her on a roller coaster, another moment he was rescuing her from a car crash, and then he was leaving with Adelaide.

Unable to control her racing thoughts, she pulled the blanket over her head and eventually drifted into a fitful sleep.

He saw Morwenna all curled up on the couch, looking so tiny.

He walked over.

Morwenna woke up the moment someone entered the room. She knew it was Stuart’s room, and it had to be him.

But right now, she didn’t know what to say to Stuart, nor did she want to hear anything from him, so she pretended to be asleep.

Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Stuart’s gaze on her.

It was burning.

After one second, two seconds, three seconds…

Morwenna couldn’t pretend anymore. How long was he going to stand there? Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Stuart looking at her expressionlessly.

That look was so cold, almost inhuman.

Stuart looked away. “There’s a private party the day after tomorrow. Norbert wants me to take you.”

Morwenna instinctively replied, “Hmm? But you said our marriage was to be kept a secret.”

There was a mocking chill in Stuart’s eyes.

This woman, on one hand, told Norbert everything, wishing he would announce their relationship to the world. On the other hand, she acted obedient in front of him.

Stuart suddenly felt like stirring things up.

“It’s just a private party, not many people. It’s arranged by Norbert.”

“Alright then,” Morwenna paused before asking, “Do I need a formal dress? I don’t have one.”

“I’ll arrange the dress. Meet me at SY Boutique this Tuesday afternoon.”

Morwenna nodded.

Stuart never mentioned Adelaide, and Morwenna didn't bring her up either.