How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

How could Stuart not intervene?

But regardless of understanding, Campbell's greatest asset was his obedience. He simply did what Stuart told him to do.

Still standing there dumbfounded, Stuart waved his hand dismissively, “Alright, go back. You've done the job. From now on, if there's any benefit, you ask for it yourself.”

“Oh, okay then. I'll be off.”

And just like that, Campbell found himself with a task, leaving without fully understanding why. He left with all his limbs intact, no broken bones.

Matthew immediately said, “Then, Stuart, I’ll be heading off too. It’s getting crowded here, not good to be seen too much around the school.”

“Wait.”

“Is… is there something else?”

“We haven’t seen each other in days. How about we hit the tennis court, get some exercise?”

At that moment, Matthew didn’t grasp the gravity of the situation.

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“Stuart, let’s head back, that’s enough.”

“Continue.”

“…”

By the time they left the tennis court, Matthew could hardly lift his arms.

On the way back, Matthew finally realized it was because he had wrapped his arms around someone he shouldn’t have.

For a moment, Matthew really felt like hitting his brother.

Damn Campbell got off scot-free, the instigator, while he, the victim, ended up unwittingly caught in the crossfire.

…

Morwenna returned to the welcome party.

By then, the performances had ended, and it was time for some free mingling. Soft music played, with couples dancing here and there.

As soon as Morwenna appeared, she caught the attention of many.

One bold soul stepped directly up to Morwenna, the epitome of a gentleman, “Hello, I’d love to have this dance with you.”

Morwenna shook her head, declining, “I’m sorry, I don’t dance.”

Feeling a bit peckish, Morwenna made her way to the buffet, grabbing some food before sitting down to eat.

While eating, another approached, “Hello, may I have this dance with you?”

In just about ten minutes, four or five people had come up to invite Morwenna to dance.

Just as Campbell had anticipated, Morwenna indeed had her pick of the lot.

But Morwenna wasn’t interested. She declined once more, her only desire to fill her stomach and then retreat to the library for some reading.

The rejected senior walked away disappointed but didn’t say anything.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

“Acting all high and mighty, getting asked to dance by a senior is an honor for you.”

“Nobody knows you were a maid before, huh? To the uninformed, you might pass as some kind of dignitary’s daughter.”

“What are you staring at? This is a school, you can’t lay a hand on me in public. Assault is grounds for disciplinary action, serious cases get expelled.”

Morwenna frowned; it was that annoying Jethro again.

She wasn’t one to indulge such nuisances, retorting sharply, “Is your home by the sea? Why so nosy? Whether I dance or not is none of your business. By the way, nobody knows, right? How you couldn’t even fight back when I hit you, still acting like a barking dog in front of me.”

“You… dare call me a dog!”

“Tsk, lost your cool? If you strike first, it’ll be self-defense on my part.”

Jethro was fuming.

Just then, Barclay strode over, thinking Jethro was bullying Morwenna again. Without looking at Morwenna, he said uncomfortably, “Jethro, don’t go too far.”

Jethro, inflamed with rage, shot back, “Barclay, you traitor! My sister treats you so well, and here you are siding with her rival. What’s your angle?”

Barclay, always the bold one, had previously dared to lead the charge against Morwenna at Stuart’s party, showing his true colors.

He kicked towards Jethro without hesitation, snarling, “So what if I’m helping Morwenna? What are you gonna do about it? Acting all high and mighty in front of me. I tolerated you for Adelaide’s sake, but you’re really courting death.”