How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna was whisked away by Norbert.

Fletcher handed Adelaide over to his sister Jemima.

Then, Stuart grabbed Fletcher by the collar and dragged him off.

"Stuart, let's have a smooth talk."

The room door slammed shut with a decisive bang.

Stuart's gaze was chilling and stern as he confronted Fletcher. "What are you trying to pull?"

Fletcher sighed, "Stuart, I wasn't planning anything."

"Fletcher, are you betraying me too? Others might not see through you, but I know you well. You've always been charming around ladies, yet you keep your distance. What's with Morwenna?"

Fletcher paused before replying, "Stuart, don't you feel for Morwenna? I mean, maybe it's all just a misunderstanding. You keep saying she connived her way into marriage with you, but you know, from the look of things, she may not have wanted to marry you in the first place.."

Stuart suddenly remembered the day Morwenna agreed to move out of Windcharm Villas and acted disdainfully towards him.

She said she wasn't interested, bluntly stating Stuart was out of his mind.

In those moments, Morwenna had seemed truly genuine.

Stuart shook his head, dismissing the thoughts.

His voice grew harsher as he spoke, "It seems her tricks are quite effective. She's even managed to bewitch you."

Fletcher, rarely angry, snapped back, "Stuart, you have the means and ways. If you want to know the truth about Morwenna, you could easily find out instead of just hurting her based on your assumptions. Your mistrust is hurting her and she's innocent." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

After saying his piece, Fletcher turned and left the room, knowing further discussion was pointless.

Stuart was stubborn. Once he made up his mind, no one could persuade him otherwise.

After a moment of silence, Stuart shook his head.

No, it was not trustworthy. Nobody in this world was.

Stuart had been through death several times, yet how dare he trust again?

It was laughable!

But maybe it was worth investigating.

Meanwhile, Adelaide wandered into Jemima's room, visibly distraught.

Earlier that day, under Adelaide’s influence, Jemima had confronted Morwenna and ended up getting the worse of the altercation.

Scared of Stuart's reaction, she had avoided the evening’s gathering.

Listening to Adelaide recount the events, Jemima felt a surge of solidarity.

"She deserves no help from Stuart, and my brother was foolish to jump in to save her. Adelaide, I'll find you the most stunning dress to outshine her."

Adelaide was momentarily distracted, then asked, "Jemima, do you know who Morwenna really is?"

Jemima, busy comparing dresses, looked puzzled. "I'm not sure. Didn’t you say she was just a maid?"

Adelaide shook her head, now doubting that explanation.

If Morwenna were merely a maid, why would Norbert treat her so well?

Seeing Adelaide’s concern, Jemima added, "My brother knows Stuart well. He probably knows the truth. I'll ask him later."

Gratefully, Adelaide squeezed Jemima's hand. "Thank you, Jemima."

Everyone changed into their evening attire, looking exceptionally grand.

This gathering was essentially a reunion for a few elderly gentlemen and their friends.

Youngsters invited to attend were considered privileged and might use the occasion to discuss their companies.

The girls gathered to share their romantic tales.