How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Adelaide was bound to get dizzy from this mess.

Norbert ignored the cluster of eager young faces around him.

He turned his attention to the group of older folks standing behind him, his voice firm but gentle, "You should really look out for Wenna when you see her, keep her safe."

Unlike the timid youths, the seniors were quick to respond, their voices overlapping in agreement.

"Of course, Norbert. Wenna's a sweetheart. Even if you hadn't mentioned it, we'd have looked out for her anyway."

"Wenna, did you get into Rosefrost University? Freshman year starting soon? Here, take down my grandson's number. He's a senior at Rosefrost University. If you have any trouble at school, feel free to ask him for help."

Norbert contorted his face in frustration. "That won't be necessary!" Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Norbert was blatantly trying to support Morwenna.

If only Wenna were open about their relationship, Norbert would proudly declare her as the chosen wife for Stuart then and there.

Seeing how fiercely Norbert defended Morwenna, a wave of envy washed over the younger crowd.

They knew how prestigious it was just to attend this gathering, let alone receive such preferential treatment.

Adelaide watched Morwenna with a glare that could slice through steel.

Adelaide felt the prickling gaze of everyone around her, as sharp as thorns.

Morwenna, technically, wasn't even supposed to be at this dinner.

If it came down to it, Norbert would save her first from any disaster. It was a fact he made sure everyone noticed, emphasizing his affection and priority.

Adelaide intended to make Morwenna the laughingstock of the evening, but Norbert's protective stance flipped the script, leaving Adelaide the butt of the joke instead.

Frozen in place, Adelaide felt an overwhelming urge to vanish from the scene, yet her pride anchored her to the spot.

Why should she leave? Why should Adelaide make room for that bitch, Morwenna?

Far from retreating, Adelaide defiantly strutted over to stand beside Stuart, her eyes brimming with tears, portraying a picture of utter betrayal, though she remained silent.

Stuart, lost in his thoughts, said nothing.

Seeing them together irked Norbert so much that he promptly took Morwenna by the arm. "Let's head out, Wenna. We've had enough excitement for one day."

Morwenna glanced at Stuart, standing with Adelaide, and quietly withdrew her gaze, turning to Norbert with a newfound sense of security.

Feeling much better, Morwenna waved to the seniors, "I'll be off then, gentlemen. See you next time!"

With that, she followed Norbert out the door, her steps growing lighter with each stride.

Stuart abruptly stood and followed, with Adelaide biting back her frustration and trailing behind.

At the entrance, Morwenna found her stern-faced bodyguard still waiting.

His warm smile greeted her, "Morwenna, are you ready to leave? I'll take you home."

Morwenna glanced at the bodyguard, then back at Stuart. "Aren’t you driving Stuart?"

The bodyguard didn’t even look Stuart’s way and said earnestly, "Mr. Hetfield drives himself. I was assigned to escort you. It's only right I take her home too."

This bodyguard seemed eager to stick with Morwenna rather than near Stuart.

Observing the robust bodyguard, Norbert recalled the incident of Morwenna’s mishap in the water, prompting a protective command, “Orson Brown, from now on, you stick with Wenna. Make sure she’s safe.”

"Norbert, I don’t need a bodyguard," Morwenna protested lightly.

"I think you do," Norbert insisted firmly. "A naive girl like you needs protection from the likes of cold- hearted snake and deceitful bitch."

The cold-hearted snake, of course, referred to Stuart.

The deceitful bitch was undoubtedly Adelaide, whose face contorted with rage at the comparison.