How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"It was no bargain," Morwenna muttered, forcing herself to gulp down the expensive craft beer she'd ordered.

It seemed Greta found amusement in the way people, even when they didn't like something, pretended to enjoy it just to show off their refined tastes.

Soon enough, the waiter brought over their freshly squeezed orange juices. Morwenna took a sip and turned to Greta, "So, Ms. Irons, is there something you want to discuss with me?"

Greta had been watching Morwenna intently and smiled at the question. "Please, just call me Greta. I was curious about you and Stuart."

Morwenna's guard went up instantly, her tone direct and slightly defensive. "I like Stuart, but he doesn't return the feelings. It's as simple as that. If you're interested in him, I won't stand in your way. So, if there's anything you want to know, you should probably ask him."

Greta chuckled, seemingly more amused. "Actually, I think Stuart is quite fond of you. As for me, I've always been too proud to chase after men. I'm just genuinely curious."

Ms. Irons

interesting, not because I'm deeply attracted to him, but because he's one of the most impressive

this, Morwenna wouldn't have believed a word. But

Morwenna relaxed and her voice softened. "You're straight-up, Greta. What's

circle, despite encouraging informality, only the elders called each other by first names without hesitation. Greta appreciated Morwenna's lack of pretense. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

She even called Stuart by his first

what I did to make a heartless guy like

in me? It's me who like him.

Greta replied with a knowing smile. "I understand men

couldn't stand me. I accidentally hit him in the face, ruined the orchids in his garden, and couldn't even figure

absolutely hilarious! Morwenna, you're quite the brave one!" Greta