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.

observed all this, her hand resting on the door, nails unintentionally scraping against the wood, creating a screeching sound. Hearing this, Rose was the first to turn around, welcoming Adelaide with a polite, "Adelaide, you're back! Come join

brought her a set of cutlery. Adelaide sat down and began to

twice as much as usual in a short span. It wasn't long before she started experiencing stomach pains. Adelaide had always had a weak constitution, prone to various ailments including a severe stomach condition that couldn't handle hunger or overeating well. So, her indulgence tonight was practically binge-eating, and it was only natural for

a sweat from the pain, biting her lip in silence, waiting for someone to notice her discomfort. Once, Adelaide was the center of attention, and any slight discomfort would have the whole room concerned, especially since Stuart used to be so attentive to her health. How could anyone

of a toothache, and Stuart was ready to leave with her to see a dentist. The pain in Adelaide's stomach worsened, and she

with concern, asking, "Adelaide, what's wrong? You're all sweaty and