How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Wearing sunglasses indoors was a bit too conspicuous, so Morwenna removed them as soon as she settled into a corner.

She had been waiting for twenty minutes, but there was still no sign of Stuart.

The banquet hall was bustling with a self-service buffet.

Having skipped dinner, Morwenna was quite hungry. She grabbed a small plate and heaped it with a variety of foods, including a slice of lasagna, and then retreated to her corner to eat.

As she focused on her meal, she suddenly heard a mocking voice: "What are you doing here? Here to mingle at a social mixer? Haven’t you eaten in ages? Coming to a banquet to eat lasagna?”

Lifting her head, Morwenna saw Barclay, someone she hadn't seen in a long time. The last time they met, she had given him a proper lesson in the swimming pool, after which he had helped her land the tutoring job. Morwenna was someone who believed in returning both favors and grievances; Barclay had bullied her, and she had taught him a lesson, so they were square.

Swallowing her last bite of lasagna, she asked, “Is your family hosting this banquet?”

Barclay was taken aback. “No.” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Then why do you care what I eat? Whether I eat lasagna or pasta, what’s it to you?”

Barclay was speechless.

Every time he faced Morwenna, he never came out ahead.

Lately, Adelaide had been forced to move abroad and had spent much time calling him to complain and curse Morwenna. Despite the long absence, Morwenna’s name seemed to echo around him.

The once gentle Adelaide had turned bitter, all because of Morwenna.

Yet, upon seeing her again, the first thing Barclay remembered was Morwenna’s advice not to harbor malice, and surprisingly, he found he didn't despise her as much as he thought he would.

Barclay felt conflicted as he glared at Morwenna, then sat down at her table to see what she was up to.

Morwenna ignored him and continued eating. After finishing her initial helping, she still felt hungry and went back for another slice of lasagna, and then another.

Watching Morwenna devour three slices of lasagna, Barclay couldn’t help but sneer, “Are you a pig? Eating so much!”

Suddenly, Morwenna spoke up, “Barclay, how’s your dog doing?”

Barclay instantly shut up. His dog was the same as ever, aggressive to everyone but surprisingly docile around Morwenna last time.

Morwenna’s words carried an implicit threat, suggesting that if he didn't behave, she wouldn’t mind teaching him another lesson.

Just then, the crowd stirred as a tall figure entered through the door.

The previously confrontational Morwenna instantly recoiled like a mouse spotting a cat, quickly putting on her sunglasses and using her hair to cover half of her face.

Barclay watched in confusion.

As he turned, he saw it was Stuart who had entered.

An elegant and beautiful woman approached Stuart, dressed in a pale gold gown, her hair secured with a tassel hairpin that swayed gracefully as she moved - graceful and alluring.

“Stuart, it’s been a while,” Greta Irons greeted with a smile.

“It has,” Stuart replied, smiling back.

From a distance, Morwenna watched, her dark sunglasses unable to hide the woman’s radiant beauty - a regal and stunning beauty, not the feigned arrogance or delicate charm of Adelaide.

This was genuine, dazzling elegance.

Morwenna had seen some of Stuart’s acquaintances before.

She'd seen a whole bunch of them at a party once.