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.

hesitation, "Barclay, take her

resigned himself to comply. "Alright," he muttered, as Stuart walked away with Greta "Stuart, where are you

Stuart replied, "I've got

pondering why Stuart would prefer a

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

estate,"

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"Hetfield's Homestead."

Barclay was stunned.

woman had actually moved

she had managed to edge out Adelaide. Her

Norbert had openly acknowledged Morwenna's importance to those close to the

in Hetfield's Homestead was a different league altogether. Even Stuart's uncle wasn't

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