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."

Irons was

do find Stuart interesting, not because I'm deeply attracted to him, but because he's one of

wouldn't have believed a word. But coming from Greta,

and her voice softened. "You're straight-up, Greta.

other by first names without hesitation. Greta appreciated

called Stuart by his first name.

a heartless guy

in me? It's me who like him. He doesn't have the mutual

naive," Greta replied with a knowing smile. "I understand men like Stuart very well. He definitely

orchids in his garden, and couldn't even figure out how to properly run

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