How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

As Morwenna glanced their way, the two women did not hesitate to lash out with venomous words.

"What are you gawking at? The dresses here start at a few grand. You think you can swing that?"

“Even touching them would be more than you can handle without owing a fortune.”

“Or do you think slipping into a gown will turn an ugly duckling into a swan? No matter what you wear, you can’t hide that disgusting and earthy stench that clings to you.”

“Mr. Hetfield belongs to Adelaide, bitch. Do you think you can just waltz into Windcharm Villas and stand by Mr. Hetfield? Dream on!”

It was clear to Morwenna that these were friends of Adelaide.

Here it was malice from Adelaide again.

These people, each one she encountered, never missed an opportunity to throw insults her way.

To an outsider, it would appear Morwenna had committed some grave sin.

Their malice was just because they all believed that Stuart should be with Adelaide.

But love or no love, she and Stuart were lawfully wed.

What right did they have to berate her?

Seated, she did not rise but tilted her head up to look at the two women, her tone calm, “It seems we’re quite alone here.”

What Morwenna implied was that there was no one to stop her from fighting back.

The woman clearly misunderstood her intention, arrogantly replying, “Yes, no one is here to protect you, you bitch. We’re going to teach you a lesson today.”

They exchanged a glance and suddenly charged towards Morwenna.

One woman raised her hand to slap Morwenna, while the other shockingly pulled out a pair of scissors, grabbing Morwenna’s long hair, ready to cut.

Morwenna couldn’t help but laugh. They were attacking her before she even made a move.

Her reflexes, honed by years of living in the wild, were not something these feeble women could match.

Morwenna swiftly kicked, stopping the slap mid-air and sending her attacker flying.

She then snatched the scissors from behind her, forcing the other woman to kneel, grabbed her hair. With a swift snip, she cut it off.

Stuart had always said, if bullied, she was allowed to fight back.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The woman Morwenna had kicked struggled to straighten up.

The other, staring at the locks of hair on the floor, was stunned, and then suddenly let out a scream.

“Bitch! How dare you cut my hair!”

“Assault! Help, there’s been an assault!”

Both women began shouting as if Morwenna was about to kill them.

In reality, Morwenna had merely defended herself.

The one who tried to slap her got kicked.

The one who tried to cut her hair got her own haircut.

The commotion soon drew the attention of the store staff.

Several sales associates rushed over.

A dressing room door opened, and Adelaide emerged in a delicate yellow gown, her demeanor regal and poised, “What’s going on here?”

The two women ran to Adelaide, sobbing and wailing.

“Adelaide, we were just trying to help Morwenna choose a dress, and she attacked us.” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"Look, she chopped off my hair! I'm calling the cops. She needs to be locked up."

Adelaide furrowed her brows as she turned to Morwenna, admonishing, “Morwenna, how could you attack someone unprovoked? This is Rosefrost Hollow, not some barbaric backwoods. Assault is against the law!”

Morwenna retorted sharply, “You were right there in the dressing room. You know very well whether I started this unprovoked.”

While these women were insulting and attacking her, Adelaide didn’t show her face.

Now that she had fought back, Adelaide appeared, ready to stand on her moral high ground to criticize her.