How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Holding her waist gently, Fletcher lifted her up.

It wasn't until Fletcher felt her soft body in his hands that he realized what he was doing, which made his face slightly pale.

“What am I doing right under Stuart's watchful eyes?” he thought.

Then, a crisp and lively voice rang out, "Thank you, Dr. Vaughn."

Suddenly, Fletcher was glad he had intervened.

Otherwise, the poor girl would have been in a real pickle.

Stuart watched from the shore, his expression dark and unreadable.

Morwenna had just climbed ashore when Norbert rushed over.

Adelaide, frail and about to speak, was completely ignored as Norbert bypassed her to reach Morwenna.

Adelaide seemed to twist her face.

She knew Norbert wasn't fond of her, but for Stuart’s sake, he had always been decent to her, never this dismissive.

Norbert had already shed his tweed jacket and draped it over Morwenna’s shoulders. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Wenna, how are you? Cold? Hurt anywhere? Don't worry, I’m here."

The usually stoic Morwenna suddenly seemed a bit teary-eyed, her voice low, "Norbert, I'm not used to these high heels."

"Alright, let's ditch them. I will help you change." Norbert was soothing Morwenna.

Morwenna thought she still had someone who genuinely cared for her.

Melvin treated her like family, and so did Norbert.

As for Stuart, she had wanted to ask him something.

But now, it seemed unnecessary.

She wasn't too heartbroken, just a bit sad.

Stuart seemed to sense something and looked towards Morwenna.

But Morwenna didn’t spare Stuart a glance, not even noticing the red mark on his cheek.

Instead, Norbert gave Stuart a disappointed look before turning back.

He led Morwenna away, whispering, “Wenna, don’t worry, I’ll announce today that you are Stuart’s wife. No one can take that place from you.”

Morwenna shook her head, “No need, Norbert. I don’t want it in public. I just feel bad for not getting along better with Stuart.”

Norbert truly felt for her.

From funding Morwenna’s education, he had watched her grow up, treating her like a beloved younger family member.

Considering the Hetfield family’s influence, finding a suitable wife for Stuart wouldn’t have been hard.

Yet, Norbert had insisted on Morwenna.

Seeing her troubled like this, he suddenly didn’t want to force her anymore.

To save Stuart, he had hurt Wenna and felt guilty.

Norbert patted Morwenna’s shoulder, “It’s okay, Wenna. You’ve done well. I don’t blame you.”

Morwenna hummed a response, her voice nasal, heart-wrenchingly tender.

Meanwhile, Fletcher’s grandfather kicked Fletcher to snap him out of it.

Fletcher then called out, “Norbert, let me take them to change. I’ll have Jemima lend her clothes to Wenna.”

Norbert, in a sour mood, refused flatly, “No need. Look after the others.”

It seemed Norbert couldn’t trust anyone else with Morwenna now.

Norbert led Morwenna away.

Fletcher was left to take Stuart and Adelaide to change.

Adelaide, soaked and shivering, pitifully tried to explain, “Stuart, it’s all my fault. If I weren’t so frail, you wouldn’t have had to focus on just me. We could have saved Ms. Winslet together.”

Stuart remained silent.

No one paid attention to Adelaide.

Adelaide watched Morwenna being protected by Norbert as they walked away, feeling dazed.

Adelaide had technically won this trial as Stuart had saved her first, but for some reason, she felt inexplicably miserable.