How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Claude spoke in a mild tone, "Of course not, these big social mixers are open to many. You're just going to have a look around; it won't be a big deal."

Morwenna thought about it and realized he was right. She wasn't planning on doing much, just observing. Nodding, she said, "Then, could you please hand me an invitation?"

After all, Morwenna did want to go to the event - not to hang out with Stuart, but maybe she could manage to slip in quietly on her own.

Taking the invitation from Claude, she bid him farewell and left.

She walked back to Hetfield's Homestead.

Norbert might be taking his afternoon nap; the hall was silent and tranquil.

After securing the invitation in her room, Morwenna headed to the kitchen. The malt mixture she had been fermenting was ready.

She found a clean cheesecloth and filtered out the liquid, then began to simmer it.

Stirring continuously with a wooden spoon, she cooked it for about an hour until the syrup thickened. Turning off the heat, she dusted a cutting board with powdered sugar and let the syrup cool slightly. Morwenna then pulled the syrup into long strips and cut them into small pieces.

It took several days, but the yield was only two small boxes of homemade malt candy.

Morwenna tasted one; the flavor was satisfying.

Norbert was still upstairs.

was busy in his

been closely

still counted as a bodyguard's task,

was curious what she was up

candy I just made. Keep it with you, and give Norbert one whenever he wants a drink. His blood sugar isn't high, but

"Alright."

this time, but taste it, and next time I'll make more for you."

thing! I'll take good care of

Orson perked up immediately.

new to him, but

maybe tomorrow he'd get to join in

settling these matters, Morwenna went upstairs to change

and let her hair down. It fell in soft waves, styled from being tied up

her lively eyes, giving her an aloof,

herself, and she was sure

the invitation

just going

curious

wasn't the type to be coerced