How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Claude watched Morwenna leave the house.

Suddenly, he realized that studying had its perks—after all, it brought Ms. Winslet around. He glanced at the half-eaten plate of pastries on the table, which he usually ignored, picked one up, and took a bite. It was sweet, surprisingly tasty.

Holding a tart in one hand, he dialed his phone with the other, “Get me some books. What kind? I don’t know, just a mix of everything.”

…

Morwenna stepped out into the day with a thousand dollars in her pocket. It was a decent amount for a day's work, but not nearly enough. She needed a hundred twenty thousand more to rebuild the local elementary school.

Instead of heading back to Hetfield's Homestead, she wandered around town, hoping to find an evening job.

But jobs were scarce, especially seasonal ones, and even more so for someone who only had evenings free. Standing hesitantly outside a bar, Morwenna debated whether to go in. She’d heard that bartenders made good money, but her conservative upbringing made her wary. Would Melvin, watching from above, disapprove?

After a long moment, she decided against it and headed back to Hetfield's Homestead, heavy with thoughts.

Everyone was there, including Adelaide…

Why was she everywhere?

Every encounter with her spelled trouble.

Morwenna genuinely disliked Adelaide, and it had nothing to do with Stuart. It was just something about Adelaide herself.

Adelaide, arm in arm with Yara, announced, “Yara, I'm here to let Stuart know we're throwing a party at Windcharm Villas.”

Yara, admiring the new bracelet Adelaide had gifted her, replied, “Just decide on your own. Considering your bond with Stuart, he probably won't say no.”

Adelaide blushed and smiled, “I still need to inform Stuart.”

Just then, Yara noticed Morwenna at the door and with a gleam in her eye said, “Stuart’s resting upstairs. Why don’t you go up? Have a chat, just the two of you.”

Norbert cast a warning glance at Yara, who quickly shut up.

Taking a deep breath, Morwenna stepped inside.

Adelaide, still holding Yara’s hand, watched Morwenna as if challenging her.

The Hetfields were all aware of the situation, but Adelaide was oblivious to Stuart and Morwenna’s marriage. If Stuart chose not to tell, they wouldn’t dare inform Adelaide either, fearing his wrath.

Of course, the Hetfields were somewhat entertained by the drama. Morwenna’s sudden integration had caused some resentment among them. The eldest grandson of the Hetfield family marrying had many implications, and they had calculated which alliances would be most beneficial.

Either Stuart would remain unmarried, or he would marry within their arranged circles.

But Norbert had suddenly brought a woman home without prior notice.

This dissatisfaction, that they dared not express towards Norbert nor Stuart, was directed at Morwenna.

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Now, with Adelaide at the door, everyone was ready for a show.

Only Norbert looked at Morwenna dotingly, inviting her over, “Wenna, you’re back. Come sit by my side.”