How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart and Greta's private conversation was out of bounds for eavesdroppers, much less the casual observer.

Most of the crowd at the event had their eyes fixed on Morwenna.

The audacity to openly express her affection for Mr. Hetfield and then manage to snag a dance with the man, elbowing past Ms. Irons... What was her secret?

Looking at her, it seemed her charms were twofold: beauty and an appetite.

Sure enough, Morwenna was back at the buffet like a kid in a candy store.

She was going at it so much that Barclay couldn't stand sitting at the same table with her, feeling like it was a slight to his classiness.

Morwenna, unfazed by Barclay's disapproval, kept her gaze fixed on Stuart.

As it seemed Stuart and Greta were wrapping up their chat, Morwenna quickly diverted her attention and pretended to sip her juice to mask her curiosity.

Stuart and Greta approached.

without hesitation,

and not particularly keen on the task due to a past conflict with Morwenna, hesitated but ultimately resigned himself to comply. "Alright," he muttered, as Stuart walked away with Greta "Stuart, where

Stuart replied, "I've got another

prefer a

revisiting. Morwenna, seeing Stuart leave, grimaced and lost her appetite. "I want to go home." With a scowl, Barclay asked, "Shall we? You heading

estate," Morwenna said

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"Hetfield's Homestead."

Barclay was stunned.

woman had actually moved into

had managed to edge out

acknowledged Morwenna's importance to those close to the family;

Homestead was a different league altogether. Even Stuart's

feelings, Barclay drove Morwenna back to Hetfield's Homestead and decided to follow her