How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Adelaide stood at the doorway like a ghost, her eyes locked onto the scene inside. No one waited for her for dinner. Just yesterday, when Morwenna had fallen asleep from an afternoon of playing, Norbert insisted dinner be delayed by half an hour so the Hetfield family could gather once Morwenna woke up.

Today, Adelaide was merely five minutes late, and no one waited or even bothered to notify her. Even as she loomed gloomily at the entrance for a while, nobody seemed to notice her return.

Morwenna was at the moment trying to correct Stuart's picky eating habits, alongside Norbert of the house. No one could force Stuart into doing something he disliked, except for Morwenna, it seemed. Having been confined and forced into things as a child, Stuart grew up to be assertive and controlling, not letting anyone push him around. Yet, with Morwenna, there were exceptions. And Stuart found these exceptions to be perfectly normal.

Stuart endured a meal that was, aside from the rice, quite unpalatable to him. Norbert watched his grandson and granddaughter-in-law with a tender and warm smile, convinced that Morwenna was the right choice. With her by Stuart's side, he could rest easy knowing that the demons within Stuart's heart were kept at bay.

scraping against the wood, creating a screeching sound. Hearing this, Rose was the first to turn

calm as she approached the dining table. The maid, treating her almost like a guest, brought her a set of cutlery. Adelaide

always had a weak constitution, prone to various ailments

discomfort. Once, Adelaide was the center of attention, and any slight discomfort would have the whole room concerned, especially since Stuart

wet her bangs, no one seemed to notice. At that moment, Morwenna complained of a toothache, and Stuart was ready

to her. Rose approached with concern, asking, "Adelaide, what's wrong? You're all