How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

It was a typical afternoon when Stuart left for the office.

Morwenna had taken a few days off to look after him, but now that he was out, she found herself with nothing but idle time on her hands.

Despite feeling a bit down, Morwenna always managed to hide her troubles around Stuart, especially considering the injury on his back that had already demanded many compromises from her.

Restlessness got the better of her, and she decided to find something to do to distract herself. Suddenly, she remembered something important she had yet to address.

She dug out her ancient phone and dialed Barclay's number. Just yesterday, he had promised her a job opportunity during a casual outing and even given her his number to make the plan seem more legitimate.

The phone rang, and irate Barclay answered, "Who’s this?"

"Barclay, it’s Morwenna. I'm calling about the job you mentioned yesterday."

There was a pause on the other side. Barclay was shocked that Morwenna dared to call him after their last encounter. "Are you out of your mind? Do you think I'd help you get a job?"

Morwenna stayed cool, saying "Why not? You can mess with me all you want, but a deal's a deal."

Barclay, finding the situation absurd yet somehow reasonable, let out a laugh mixed with frustration. "Alright then, if you dare, come to Gilded Lilly Estates."

Without a second thought, Morwenna grabbed her canvas tote bag and headed out the door.

After asking around a bit, she found her way to the Gilded Lilly Estates.

The place was as opulent as its name suggested, resembling a castle with its grand European architecture.

The gates were wide open, revealing a shimmering blue swimming pool where Barclay lounged by the side, clad in floral swim shorts and a matching towel, feeding a large wolfhound.

The sight was somewhat comical to Morwenna.

Upon noticing her arrival, Barclay, with a mischievous grin, unleashed the wolfhound. "Don’t you see we have a guest? Go say hello." Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The wolfhound, teeth bared with meat still clinging to them, charged towards Morwenna.

Such a scene would intimidate anyone, male or female, especially with a dog that seemed larger than Morwenna herself.

But she was not frightened. Having grown up in the mountains, she had faced real wolves. A wolfhound was hardly a threat.

With a stern look, Morwenna stopped the charging beast in its tracks. Recognizing the danger in her gaze, the wolfhound halted, its instincts overtaking its training.

Instead of retreating, Morwenna approached and gently patted the dog on the head. The wolfhound, its hackles raised initially, soon started wagging its tail submissively.

Barclay was speechless. His pet, usually so bold and aggressive, was now subdued by this seemingly unassuming woman.

Ignoring the dog, Morwenna walked straight up to Barclay by the pool.

Barclay was surprised. His wolfhound was spoiled. Let alone a girl, even a strongman, it was brave to bark at him.

Barclay decided to revenge and frighten Morwenna regardless of Stuart’s demand for the sake of Adelaide.

Who knew his wolfhound was scared?

Before he could react, she kicked him squarely into the water.

Morwenna had long been itching to give this guy a piece of her mind, and today seemed like a good day to settle all accounts.

The surrounding bodyguards were taken aback by her boldness.

Barclay, sputtering water after surfacing, barely caught his breath before Morwenna pushed him back under with a firm hand on his shoulder.

Today, she was settling scores, once and for all.