How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Barclay was completely flabbergasted.

Could Morwenna really be that bold?

With so many onlookers, how could she dare?

Morwenna had initially just come to look around.

But seeing Stuart sitting there, uninvited and rather forlorn, she felt a pang of sympathy.

Regardless of whether Stuart would accept or not, she decided to give it a try.

What if she could actually dance with Stuart?

Gathering her courage, Morwenna approached Stuart, though visibly nervous.

She looked at Stuart.

Everyone at the venue turned their eyes towards Morwenna.

They weren't admiring her beauty; rather, they were watching a spectacle unfold.

Stuart was notoriously aloof and ruthless. With so many people present, at least half of the women there had thought about attaching themselves to Stuart. Didn't they want to approach him? They simply knew they weren't in his league and dared not.

And here came this woman, emerging from nowhere, daring to ask Mr. Hetfield to dance before Ms. Irons made her move. It was audaciously bold.

Stuart's gaze was indifferent, barely resting on Morwenna as he spoke lazily, "Morwenna, what are you doing here?"

Feeling a bit shy, Morwenna said, "I heard you were here, so I... you know... showed up."

His voice lazy yet laced with a hint of menace, Stuart asked, "Oh? So you came for me?"

Morwenna wasn't supposed to know about this gathering, let alone receive an invitation.

Today, he was about to seal a deal with the Irons family.

Once the partnership with the Hetfield Group was secured, no one could threaten their position.

And yet, who had sent Morwenna here? Was someone trying to screw up this partnership?

Unaware of the menace in Stuart's tone, Morwenna sincerely said, "Yes, I like you, and I came for you."

Morwenna's affection was blatant and fearless.

In front of the whole world, she could declare her liking for Stuart.

Each time faced with such frankness, Stuart was slightly taken aback.

Did this girl even understand what it meant to like someone ?

Nearby, Greta's expression soured. The crowd was equally shocked.

Barclay was totally floored. Morwenna wasn’t just being brave—she was downright fearless!

Stuart was a notorious figure, the dark lord of Rosefrost Hollow.

Many adored Stuart, but who would dare confess their feelings to his face?

Not interested in what others thought, Morwenna looked at Stuart, hoping he would choose to dance with her rather than any other woman.

Loving someone meant fighting for them.

Stuart had never loved anyone, perhaps because no one had ever pursued him with determination.

Having decided on her feelings for Stuart, Morwenna was determined to seize every opportunity.

She continued to pitch herself, "Stuart, I can dance. I used to perform at school and I’ve learned from TV shows."

Then, Greta stepped forward, silent, but her stance spoke volumes.

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Morwenna tensed up, facing another moment of potential rejection.

Every previous time, she had been the one left behind.

Everyone assumed Stuart would choose Greta.

Greta was confident too. After all, Mr. Hetfield seldom attended such events; he was here today solely because of the Irons family.

Rumors of a collaboration between the Hetfield Group and the Irons family were circulating.

Stuart stood up.

It made sense that he should dance this opening dance with Greta.

But seeing Morwenna’s nervousness, her bright eyes filled with fear of rejection, reminded him of the time he had saved Adelaide first and then saw the disappointment in her eyes. So Stuart made an impulsive decision.

He suddenly reached out, pulling Morwenna close.

His large hand gently rested on her waist.

Even he wasn't sure what he was doing at that moment, knowing her motives for appearing were not pure, yet he couldn't bear to disappoint her again.