How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 61

Morwenna froze for a few seconds before abruptly standing up.

Her voice was a bit stiff as she said, "Good morning. I'll go make breakfast."

With that, Morwenna quickly left the room.

Stuart frowned slightly.

Morwenna usually didn’t hold grudges. No matter how much he had troubled her before, she would still greet him with a beaming smile.

Stuart didn’t usually care much about how Morwenna felt. He just needed that soothing presence she brought.

But now, Morwenna was avoiding him with her smile gone.

Stuart felt an inexplicable irritation.

Thinking about the upcoming party, he smirked. He hadn’t even started his plans, and here she was, already upset.

But Morwenna wasn’t really upset. She hardly ever got angry with her benefactor.

She just didn’t know how to face Stuart.

There were many things she couldn’t understand.

The atmosphere between them grew tense over the next two days.

Usually, Morwenna was chatty, but now that she had quieted down. The whole house seemed to fall silent.

Stuart was always up and about, barely home from dawn till dusk.

His busyness stemmed from Norbert withdrawing his blatant favoritism. The Hetfield family was vast and many were ambitious. Previously, it was only with Norbert’s full support that Stuart could firmly control the family’s affairs.

Now that Norbert had stepped back, those with ambitions began to stir with complications multiplied.

Stuart knew why Mr. Hetfield was acting this way. It was all for Morwenna.

He couldn’t fathom what spell Morwenna had cast on Norbert.

But he wouldn’t be threatened.

He had made his views crystal clear during his last chat about marriage with Norbert. That was the end of it.

If Norbert decided to push it further, Stuart wasn’t going to hold back.

Morwenna, oblivious to it all, continued to diligently care for Stuart.

When Stuart was away at the office, Morwenna cleaned the house and tended to the chores.

In the yard, she managed to keep most of the orchids alive and had even cleared some space to plant lettuce and tomatoes.

She no longer delivered meals either.

As she did housework, her mind was filled with thoughts about her relationship with Stuart.

Morwenna disliked the current ambiguity.

She preferred clear love and direct disdain, which was genuine like standing in the sunlight, open and honest, instead of this hidden and unclear mess, complicated further by the presence of Adelaide.

No one taught her and no one told her what to do. She had to figure it out on her own.

Two days later, Fletcher came to change Stuart’s dressing and was shocked by Morwenna's haggard appearance. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Mrs. Hetfield, have you been staying up nights with Stuart? His back wound is scabbing over. It’s not a big deal and won’t get infected. He can turn over in his sleep now. You don't need to keep vigil anymore.”

Fletcher was genuinely concerned. After all, caring for someone with such devotion was rare, especially when it was just a superficial back injury.

Stuart was a tough man to crack. Waiting for him to show concern might take forever.

Hearing this, Morwenna's eyes lit up and she flashed a smile. "That's brilliant, thank you, Dr. Vaughn."

It was a relief to hear that Stuart was out of danger.

Subconsciously, Morwenna touched her lower back, where a scar lay hidden.

As a child, while working in the fields, she had fallen onto a protruding steel rod from a utility pole, slicing a long gash across her back.

Since the wound was on her back and out of sight, she hadn’t paid it much mind and continued working under the harsh sun.