How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Only Fletcher understood the situation, sighing as he watched from the sidelines, a look of pity in his eyes.

It was hard to tell if he felt sorry for Morwenna or Stuart.

Morwenna had been watching Stuart intently and noticing his indifference. Disappointed, she stood up and headed to the restroom.

Once she was gone, Jethro, full of resentment, complained, "Mr. Hetfield, Adelaide has always been my biggest supporter. She'd be heartbroken to hear I got roughed up."

Jethro couldn't stand up to Morwenna. In his frustration, he looked to Stuart for support.

Just then, Orson stepped forward.

With a simple and honest expression, Orson grabbed Jethro by the collar and said to Stuart, "Sir, I'll take Mr. Gallagher outside for a little chat."

Stuart remained silent.

Orson, strong as an ox, easily dragged Jethro out.

Before Jethro could protest, Orson knocked him out cold.

The guests around them gasped in shock.

With a naive look, Orson apologized, “Sorry guys, Norbert made it clear we can't let anyone mess with Morwenna.”

Jethro was dragged away.

The guests in the ballroom exchanged puzzled glances.

Inside the restroom, Morwenna frowned.

She didn’t understand what was going on with Stuart.

It was as if he had become a completely different person.

She thought the change in his demeanor had been because of Adelaide, his lifesaver.

Just as she felt differently about Norbert, surely Stuart did too.

But now, without Adelaide around, why had Stuart changed again?

Every time Morwenna thought she understood him, she felt utterly clueless the next moment.

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The cold water washed over her wounds, the sting helping her to refocus.

Taking a deep breath, Morwenna composed herself.

If she had decided to care, she couldn't just give up easily. She was determined to understand Stuart, no matter what kind of man he turned out to be.

Morwenna washed up and returned to the party as if nothing had happened, positioning herself next to Stuart.

Stuart didn’t ask her to leave, but he wasn’t warm either.

This time, no one dared to mock Morwenna, despite Stuart’s apparent indifference.

As long as Norbert was in her corner, it didn’t matter whether she was a poor student or a high- society lady. They couldn’t just provoke her like that.

After all, there was a guy who got beaten an d was swiftly dragged out of Windcharm Villas?

That was Adelaide’s younger brother.

Morwenna stayed close to Stuart, hoping to have a word with him alone.

But the chance never came.

As the party wound down and the guests began to leave, Morwenna finally spoke up, “Stuart, are we heading home?”

“I have to travel for business soon and won’t be returning to Hetfield's Homestead just yet. You go ahead.”

"Okay." Morwenna left with Orson, feeling sorta down inside.

Stuart wasn’t ignoring her, but she could sense a shift in his attitude.

They had been drawing closer, but now it felt as if they were drifting apart.

Disheartened, Morwenna found Stuart increasingly enigmatic.

Orson thought about reporting the day’s events to Norbert. These people were bullying right under the nose of the Hetfield family. Stuart was helpless to protect his wife.

The Windcharm Villas quieted down.

Fletcher had been sent away.

Stuart walked over to a trash can and stared at the colorful array of capsules within.

Suddenly, he squatted down, picked one up, and opened it one after another.