How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 152

Barclay awkwardly said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Hetfield, I’ve got it covered. As soon as I graduate, I’ll shape up. I’ve got some things to handle now, and since Stuart’s not home, I’ll head out.”

With that, Barclay practically bolted out the door.

In the small community of Rosefrost Hollow, people were generally fearless, but most of them were still intimidated by Norbert.

Morwenna, carrying a bottle of liquor to the kitchen, had initially planned to pour out a drink.

She thought to herself, why does Norbert enjoy this stuff so much? Is it really that good?

Curiosity getting the better of her, Morwenna took a swig.

It hit her like a freight train.

She started coughing violently, her throat and stomach burning as if she had swallowed poison.

Why on earth does Norbert like this? It was terrifying!

Morwenna dumped the rest of the liquor down the sink, feeling a bit dizzy.

By the time she left the kitchen, Norbert had already gone upstairs, probably to avoid a lecture from her. He had hurried off quite fast.

Feeling woozy, Morwenna decided to water the garden plants to clear her head.

The cool breeze seemed to make her dizzier.

Realizing she needed to rest, Morwenna staggered upstairs.

Once upstairs, she went into the bathroom for a shower, hoping it would sober her up.

But the steam only made her dizzier...

Everything was spinning, including her.

Unaware that Norbert’s drink was a potent spirit, Morwenna, who rarely drank, felt the alcohol hit her hard after stepping out into the cold and then taking a hot bath, which sped up the circulating of alcohol in her system, causing her to become thoroughly intoxicated.

Her movements were shaky, and she had even misbuttoned her nightgown, revealing quite a bit of skin.

That was when Stuart came home.

He walked in just as she stumbled into his arms.

Morwenna, teetering on her toes, peered up at Stuart for a while as if she was seeing double, then burst into giggles. “Oh, it’s you, Stuart! Why are there so many of you? One, two, three…”

Stuart, with a stern expression, asked, “Have you been drinking?”

Unable to stand properly, Morwenna leaned heavily against him. Her voice, already soft, turned even more mellow and sweet from the alcohol. “Drinking? Oh yes, I tried some of Norbert’s liquor. It’s awful! So awful! Stuart, you shouldn’t try it.”

Fresh from her shower, Morwenna’s skin was still damp. Her nightgown, misbuttoned at the neck area, revealed quite a bit of her shapely body.

And in her hasty preparations for bed, she hadn’t bothered with underwear.

Stuart, typically cold and detached—even indifferent to a woman in his bed—suddenly felt a warmth stirring within him.

Oblivious, Morwenna looked up at him with dewy eyes, fixated. She suddenly asked, “Stuart, may I kiss you?”

Stuart’s eyes flickered.

Hearing no objection, a bold, drunken Morwenna cupped Stuart’s face and tiptoed to plant a kiss on his cheek. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

The usually impassive Stuart clenched his teeth and muttered, “Morwenna!”

“Yes, I'm here!”

Her words barely finished, Morwenna collapsed into Stuart’s arms, completely passed out.