How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Jemima cautiously stepped out, scanning her surroundings before whispering, “Adelaide, where’s Morwenna?”

They had all changed into their evening attire quite a while ago, yet Morwenna was nowhere in sight.

Adelaide just shook her head, secretly wishing Morwenna would just disappear.

Stuart was truly infuriated.

Perched on a bar stool across the room, he sipped his whiskey slowly with an aura of danger emanating from him that made everyone too nervous to approach, including Adelaide.

As they spoke, a group of girls drifted towards them.

The Gallagher family didn’t belong at this private event, but thanks to Stuart, Adelaide was somewhat of a central figure.

“Adelaide and Jemima, what are you two chatting about?”

“We’re planning a trip to Windcharm Villas tomorrow. Adelaide, why don’t you talk to Mr. Hetfield? He always listens to you.”

Adelaide stopped her wandering thoughts and smiled politely, “Sure, I’ll speak with Stuart. But you’ll need to bring your drinks, let’s not raid Stuart’s liquor cabinet.”

“Oh, Adelaide, already playing the thrifty wife, huh? Got it, we’ll bring our own.”

“Stop teasing. Stuart wouldn’t be pleased to hear that.”

“Come on Adelaide. Don’t be shy. It's practically settled then. We’ll all head to Windcharm Villas tomorrow.”

It was as if Adelaide’s word was Stuart’s command, as if she was already co-owner of Windcharm Villas. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Adelaide relished that feeling.

It was just a party, after all. She agreed, and Stuart wouldn’t mind.

After chatting for a while with the younger crowd, they moved towards the elders.

That was when they saw Morwenna.

Instead of a formal gown, she wore loose sportswear.

Morwenna was deeply engrossed in a chess game with several elders.

“Come on, Theo, no take-backs in chess!”

“Felix, I’ve told you teaming up with me was a good idea. I learned chess from the toughest man in the hills and left him with no pieces to play.”

“Watch out for Theo, Wenna. He loves to backtrack his moves, totally unsportsmanlike!”

“Felix, how dare you slander me!”

Several elders, three of them dressed in similar martial arts attire as Morwenna, seemed perfectly in tune with her presence.

The younger attendees exchanged puzzled looks.

These elders represented some of the most influential forces in Rosefrost Hollow.

Just being at this event was a privilege for the younger ones. Joining the elders was usually out of the question.

Yet here was Morwenna, not just joining in but blending seamlessly.

Everyone knew of Morwenna, especially since her arrival at Windcharm Villas had caused quite a stir, prompting Adelaide to rush back from abroad.

She was the first woman to move into Windcharm Villas, whether as a maid or otherwise. That made her a person of interest.

Suddenly, a tactless woman blurted out, “Isn’t that Mr. Hetfield’s maid?”

Her words, unfortunately clear in the quiet moment, reached many ears, including those of the elders.

The woman instantly clapped a hand over her mouth, her relatives glaring at her with a mix of shock and disapproval.

Norbert’s face darkened.

Was this how Stuart was introducing Morwenna to others?