How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Adelaide was so infuriated that she smashed the exquisite stained glass decoration in the boutique.

The half-finished smoothie crashed to the floor, splattering everywhere in a messy spectacle.

The sales assistant nearby didn’t dare step forward to intervene.

After all, the damages would be added to the bill.

The two women with Adelaide were visibly tense.

"Adelaide, what’s the meaning of this from Mr. Hetfield? Your gown choices are so plain, and yet he sends that woman to the VIP section?"

"Maybe we should just leave."

Everyone thought Stuart didn’t care much for Morwenna.

But now, it seemed ludicrous to assume he didn’t care. Would he have arranged such an expensive dress for someone he didn’t value?

Had they known Stuart held Morwenna in such high regard, they wouldn't have dared to interfere.

Adelaide gritted her teeth. "No way, I'm not going anywhere. I'm waiting for Stuart right here. I want a real explanation!"

Adelaide never imagined she could be outshone by Morwenna.

She had thought if she couldn’t get rid of Morwenna, she'd at least make her pick a gaudy and low- cut fuchsia dress, ensuring Morwenna would embarrass herself in public.

That would have made her beauty stand out.

But now, Morwenna was to wear a dress even finer than hers.

Adelaide couldn’t stand it!

The two women beside her hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back.

Everyone assumed Morwenna's ascent to the second floor was Stuart’s doing.

Even Morwenna herself believed it.

Gazing at the stunning gown in front of her, which was clearly no cheap affair, Morwenna felt a bit uneasy and asked, "How much is this dress?"

The shop manager replied with a friendly smile, "This piece is not for sale. It’s a designer collaboration piece."

Morwenna breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought the dress wasn’t for sale because it was inexpensive. If she knew its actual price, she might have been afraid to even walk too briskly in it.

After changing into the gown, letting down her ponytail, and applying a delicate makeup look, Morwenna was entirely cooperative.

Downstairs, Adelaide was already dolled up, yet Morwenna hadn’t come down yet.

Just then, the atmosphere downstairs suddenly quieted down.

Adelaide quickly turned around and saw Stuart entering from the doorway, his tall figure seemingly blocking the sunlight.

As he approached, the sunlight spilled through, and Adelaide felt as if she could finally breathe.

Everyone said Stuart was a tough cookie, but Adelaide saw him as her savior.

After all these years and all she had done, she was determined to have this man all to herself. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Nobody could take him away from her!

Adelaide stepped forward, "Stuart, are you here?"

Stuart glanced around and asked, "Where’s Morwenna?"

Adelaide was displeased that Stuart's first inquiry was about Morwenna, but she still responded with a gentle tone, "She’s on the second…"

Before Adelaide could finish, the sound of high heels clacking against the stairs echoed from the second floor.

Everyone looked up.

Morwenna descended in a moonlight silver gown that made her already fair skin appear milky.

Her lightly curled hair flowed like waves around her shoulders, sparkling with diamond accessories. Her beautiful face was enhanced by her exquisite makeup.

If the unadorned Morwenna was pure, now she radiated a captivating charm.

Her innocent beauty and enticing figure were like a mermaid encountering the human world for the first time, unaware of her allure, gazing around in naive wonder.

The room fell silent.

Adelaide clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly broke.

How did Morwenna end up so gorgeous? How did this small-town girl turn out to be such a stunner?

Indeed, they should have realized the Morwenna, even in old clothes and a simple ponytail with no makeup, never fell short among them, all thanks to that stunning face.

Unaccustomed to high heels, Morwenna walked gingerly.

At the sight of Stuart, her eyes brightened and she quickened her pace, then her heel caught on her gown’s hem. She stumbled forward, about to fall.