How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The broad-shouldered bodyguard broke into a wide grin, revealing a row of shiny white teeth that contrasted starkly against his dark complexion, which flushed with a hint of excitement. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

He thumped his chest and promised, "Sure, I'll make sure Morwenna is safe. No one's gonna lay a finger on her."

Norbert nodded in approval.

Morwenna wore a puzzled expression as Stuart observed from behind.

Was the bodyguard’s enthusiasm really appropriate?

She couldn't help but ask, "Have we met before?"

Orson nodded earnestly, "Yes, madam. My uncle told me about you. He said I was too clumsy and Mr. Hetfield has a short temper. I tend to irritate Mr. Hetfield easily, so my uncle suggested I stick around you more, Morwenna. He thought it might be beneficial for me to get familiar with you, maybe even shift to your side one day."

Morwenna grew even more bewildered.

Everyone said she was straightforward, but she felt this bodyguard was even more so.

There he was, declaring Mr. Hetfield’s temper issues right in front of Stuart.

"Who’s your uncle?" Morwenna inquired.

"Honest to God, my uncle’s Quinlan Brown, Norbert's trusted driver for over a dozen years," Orson replied with simplicity.

Morwenna almost laughed out loud. This man just spilled everything in just a few words. She chuckled, "I really don't need a bodyguard, though."

Orson seemed really bummed out, "Oh, don't say that, Morwenna. I'm really quite capable. Honestly, even Mr. Hetfield can't beat me in a fight. My uncle said if I kept causing trouble around Mr. Hetfield, I'd end up on the wrong end of his wrath eventually."

Norbert also chuckled, "Let him stay. Don’t mind his slow wit. His skills are top-notch. Even if he’s not fighting, he’s great at driving and carrying stuff."

Orson nodded vigorously, "I'm really useful, madam."

Morwenna, unable to decline further, agreed to keep him.

Stuart was still there, watching.

But no one asked for Stuart's opinion.

Norbert led Morwenna to the car. It was then that Stuart finally spoke up, "Where are you taking her?"

Norbert glanced at Stuart and said, "I'm taking Wenna back to the family estate. Why should she stay at Windcharm Villas, to be kicked out by you at any moment?"

Morwenna was startled, "Norbert, you... you knew I moved out?"

Norbert became agitated, "You headstrong girl, if it weren’t for that car accident I saw last time I came, were you planning on never telling me?"

He recalled how Morwenna had been mistreated since she arrived and how she endured it alone, and even went to the fish market to make ends meet.

He had assumed that even if Stuart wasn’t fond of Morwenna, he would at least take care of her basic needs.

He was in the dark about Stuart barely giving her the time of day, not even bothering to get her fresh clothes. It bothered him so much, he held his chest in upset.

At the sight of this, Morwenna panicked, "I'm sorry, Norbert. I didn’t mean to deceive you. Please, don’t be angry."

Orson quickly handed over some heart medication.

After Norbert took his pills, he calmed down a bit.

With a concerned look, Morwenna explained, "I didn’t tell you because I was worried about your health."

Stuart wasn't a fool, although he was suspicious.

Witnessing this scene, he realized he might have misunderstood Morwenna.

She wasn’t orchestrating things behind his back.

His attitude these past few days, including today’s actions, seemed rather foolish now.

Could it be that Morwenna harbored no ill intentions towards him?

Stuart looked towards Morwenna in the car, his voice restrained, "Morwenna, get out of the car. Come back to Windcharm Villas with me."

He decided to follow Fletcher’s advice and have Morwenna's background thoroughly investigated upon their return, tracing her life from birth to the present, to understand how she was.