How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna pondered for a moment but decided to go to the amusement park with the ticket she had.

Whatever Barclay was up to, she figured she could handle it. "Come what may," she thought to herself.

As Morwenna walked away, a woman with heavy and smoky eye makeup behind Barclay implored, "Barclay, she's just a maid. Why not just give her a scare and be done with it? Why all this drama?"

Barclay shook his head, "You don't understand. Even if she's just a maid, she's one appointed by Norbert. Stuart can't be too harsh in his methods. Who among you would dare mess this up? This amusement park has some of the most terrifying rides in the country. We're just bringing her here for fun. If she winds up scared stiff or snagging a mental scar, that's on her, not on us."

"Barclay, you always think things through. That wench dared to flirt with Mr. Hetfield. She's done for."

It was Morwenna's first time at an amusement park. Despite knowing these people had ill intentions, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.

After a few minor attractions, Barclay and his group led Morwenna to the haunted house.

This haunted house was famously frightening, with overly professional actors and scenes.

Many visitors came out shaken to their core.

Most of Barclay’s group were too scared to enter.

Only Barclay and Morwenna went in together.

As they stepped inside, the lights dimmed. A creepy and almost imperceptible music filled the air.

They hadn't walked far when a shriek rang out from another visitor.

Morwenna looked around, unafraid.

"What's so freaky about ghosts?"

As a child, after her mother passed away and her father disappeared, Morwenna heard that one could see ghosts at the graveyard. At five years old, she sneaked out to the graveyard at night, hoping to see her mother, even if as a ghost. Unfortunately, she saw nothing.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air.

Morwenna was abruptly pushed, bumping into one of the actors and knocking off his fake arm.

She knew without a doubt that Barclay was behind it.

Quick-thinking, Morwenna grabbed the fake arm and ran after Barclay, hitting him with it.

Barclay ignored her at first.

She hit him again, and then a third time.

Annoyed, Barclay grabbed the arm and yanked it away, "Morwenna, what are you doing?"

At the next moment, the arm came off.

A nearby actor in a creepy tone said, "Why are you using my arm?"

Barclay cursed loudly, dropped the arm, and bolted.

Morwenna blinked innocently. Apparently, he wasn’t as brave as he thought!

She slowly walked over to a nearby coffin and opened the lid, which triggered an even more terrifying "hell mode." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The atmosphere shifted instantly, as if a cold and eerie wind swept through.

Barclay continued cursing ahead.

Morwenna followed, her smile bright, activating every hell mode she could as they progressed.

By the time they exited the haunted house, Morwenna looked unphased.

Barclay, usually so bold, was pale as a ghost.

The others looked at Morwenna in disbelief.

Barclay, now even more infuriated and unwilling to admit defeat to a woman, continued to challenge Morwenna with scary rides.

But Morwenna was unfazed.

One of Barclay's group whispered, "Barclay, I’ve noticed she’s avoided any aerial attractions. I think she’s afraid of heights."

A glint of calculation flashed in Barclay’s eyes. "Afraid of heights? Let’s take her on the tallest roller coaster then."

He led Morwenna towards the roller coaster.

Before it started, it seemed just like a small train ride to Morwenna who had never seen a roller coaster before.

She sat down obediently, allowing the staff to secure her safety harness.