How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"It was no bargain," Morwenna muttered, forcing herself to gulp down the expensive craft beer she’d ordered.

It seemed Greta found amusement in the way people, even when they didn't like something, pretended to enjoy it just to show off their refined tastes.

Soon enough, the waiter brought over their freshly squeezed orange juices. Morwenna took a sip and turned to Greta, "So, Ms. Irons, is there something you want to discuss with me?"

Greta had been watching Morwenna intently and smiled at the question. "Please, just call me Greta. I was curious about you and Stuart."

Morwenna’s guard went up instantly, her tone direct and slightly defensive. "I like Stuart, but he doesn't return the feelings. It’s as simple as that. If you’re interested in him, I won’t stand in your way. So, if there’s anything you want to know, you should probably ask him."

Greta chuckled, seemingly more amused. "Actually, I think Stuart is quite fond of you. As for me, I've always been too proud to chase after men. I'm just genuinely curious."

Morwenna was taken aback. She had heard rumors that Ms. Irons was interested in Stuart and was surprised by her casual dismissal.

Greta, reading her expression, continued lightly, "I do find Stuart interesting, not because I'm deeply attracted to him, but because he's one of the most impressive men I know. We'd be good together but I'm cool if things don't pan out."

If Adelaide had said this, Morwenna wouldn't have believed a word. But coming from Greta, it sounded believable.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Realizing Greta wasn’t there to stir trouble, Morwenna relaxed and her voice softened. "You're straight-up, Greta. What's on your mind? I'll fill you in."

Hearing her name spoken so casually made Greta smile even more. Among their circle, despite encouraging informality, only the elders called each other by first names without hesitation. Greta appreciated Morwenna’s lack of pretense.

For Morwenna, names were meant to be used. She even called Stuart by his first name. What was the big deal?

"Morwenna, I’m curious too about what I did to make a heartless guy like Stuart take an interest in you," Greta confessed openly.

"Take an interest in me? It’s me who like him. He doesn’t have the mutual feeling."

"You're young and naive," Greta replied with a knowing smile. "I understand men like Stuart very well. He definitely treats you differently."

"Really? I didn’t do anything special. In the beginning, he couldn't stand me. I accidentally hit him in the face, ruined the orchids in his garden, and couldn’t even figure out how to properly run a bath. He tried to send me away several times..."

"That sounds absolutely hilarious! Morwenna, you're quite the brave one!" Greta exclaimed, genuinely intrigued.

Morwenna, typically honest and straightforward, wasn’t one to open up to just anyone. However, she could sense whether people had good or bad intentions towards her.

With Greta, she felt a genuine kindness.

So, Morwenna spoke honestly, taking the opportunity to understand her relationship with Stuart better.

Keira might not understand, but Greta seemed to get it right away.

Greta listened intently, as if Morwenna were telling the most captivating story, eventually moving her seat next to Morwenna, leaning in close, completely engrossed in the conversation.