How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 136

This time, Morwenna managed to secure a seat inside, waiting patiently for Stuart. Unbeknownst to her, in this harsh reality of society, without the hairpin adorning her head, she wouldn’t even be allowed to sit here.

She thought the hairpin was just a simple, everyday gift, far less valuable than the casual necklace Keira had once gifted as a token of goodwill. Little did she know, the hairpin held more value than the necklace which Keira, possessing many such necklaces, could easily hand out.

Morwenna had been waiting for a while when the receptionist kindly offered her a glass of juice, which tasted refreshingly delightful.

Suddenly the lobby fell eerily silent.

Lifting her head, Morwenna’s eyes sparkled as she saw Stuart had arrived. She noticed that whenever Stuart appeared, the room would always hush.

Clutching the lunchbox, Morwenna stood up and cheerfully called out, “Stuart!”

Her voice, loud in the quiet hall, echoed like a thunderclap, drawing the attention of everyone present. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Save for Adelaide, who else would dare to do such a thing?

Was another woman trying to win Mr. Hetfield’s favor?

Were they about to witness Mr. Hetfield’s notorious cold rejection of yet another woman?

Morwenna didn’t hesitate and started jogging toward Stuart. A bodyguard quickly stepped forward to block her path.

With innocent, wide eyes, Morwenna looked up at Stuart. Her best white dress, slightly worn and loose at the neckline, slipped down her shoulder as she ran, revealing a tiny hint of her chest.

The onlookers gasped, struck by her pure, unintentional allure.

Stuart frowned and commanded, “Let her through.”

The bodyguard stepped aside, and Morwenna hurried over to Stuart, looking up at him with a bright smile. “Stuart, I brought you dinner.”

Noticing her disheveled dress, Stuart roughly adjusted her neckline, then led her towards the private elevator.

His assistant called from behind, “Mr. Hetfield, what about your dinner meeting at seven?”

“Reschedule it for tomorrow.”

Stuart escorted Morwenna into the elevator, watching as the doors closed behind them.

The lobby burst into murmurs of excitement.

The younger receptionist was wide-eyed. “Sister, Mr. Hetfield took that woman upstairs!”

“Quiet down, I saw it.”

“Sis! Mr. Hetfield adjusted her dress, he even held her hand. He never even touched Adelaide like that. Good thing we let her wait here, sis, you’re a genius!”

The twin sister rolled her eyes. “I told you she looked familiar. Remember the viral news about Mr. Hetfield’s car accident? The girl tugging at his sleeve in that video, it was her. I’ve told you, we need sharp eyes at the front desk, don’t just bury your head in those cheesy billionaire romances.”

“I’ll listen to you from now on! Got it. Next time she comes, I’ll take her straight to the top floor!”

Everyone in the lobby was stunned by the scene.

Exiting the elevator, Morwenna curiously surveyed Stuart's work environment. The floor seemed unusually quiet and spacious.

After Morwenna followed Stuart into his office, he tossed a jacket over her head. Morwenna’s head bobbed under the weight before popping out from the garment.

Stuart scowled, “What were you thinking, dressing like this?”

Holding up the lunchbox, Morwenna beamed, her eyes sparkling like stars, “I came to bring you dinner.”