How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 276

She kept pushing on, fueled by an undying zest for life. It's fair to say that Morwenna's ability to stand tall today can be attributed to two key figures in her life: her childhood friend Melvin, and after Melvin’s untimely death, Norbert Hetfield stepped in.

So when Norbert casually suggested it, Morwenna didn’t hesitate for a second before agreeing to marry Stuart. Even in the face of Stuart’s worst behavior, Morwenna chose to bear it quietly. Given a choice between Stuart and Norbert, Morwenna would pick Norbert without batting an eye.

Stuart could sense the implication in Morwenna’s words, feeling as if someone had viciously squeezed his heart, leaving him momentarily breathless with pain. Norbert won’t last much longer...

Noticing the sorrow in Stuart’s eyes, Morwenna was about to say something when she saw his right hand covered in black. She exclaimed, “Oh, Stuart, what happened to your hand?”

Stuart’s pupils shrank slightly as he flipped his hand over, hiding the palm. “Cheap pen, leaked some ink,” he said.

“How’d it get everywhere? You scared me; I thought you were hurt.”

The palm of Stuart’s hand bore a wound from the pen’s nib, now stained with dark ink as if darkness seeped into his very bones. Morwenna noticed Stuart wasn’t in the best of moods. She moved closer and hugged him lightly, cooing, “Stuart, don’t be down. I really like you.”

Her voice was sweet and melodious, with a playful lilt at the end, as if she was teasing him. In Morwenna’s heart, Norbert Hetfield came first, and Stuart second. Morwenna didn’t have many people she cared about deeply in her life. Even her sense of responsibility towards the children in the countryside was inherited from Melvin. So, in her heart, Stuart already held significant weight.

Stuart seemed distracted, and by the time he snapped back to reality, intending to return Morwenna’s hug, Morwenna had already kissed him on the cheek and dashed out of the car. Stuart pulled back the car curtain, watching Morwenna’s retreating figure.

Reaching the parking lot entrance, Morwenna waved at Orson with a smile, her steps as light and quick as a deer's. Seeing Stuart felt as joyous as any young couple deeply in love. She was optimistic about the future. In her new school, she could focus on her studies, secure a good job, and be in a better position to help the children in the countryside. Things between her and Stuart were also looking up; being in love was genuinely delightful. She looked forward to visiting Norbert Hetfield at the end of every month. Morwenna was content with everything life had offered her.

On her way back, she bumped into Matthew and Campbell. Matthew greeted her instantly, “Hey there, sister-in-law.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Morwenna stopped, looked around, and whispered, “Keep it down; don’t call me that at school.”

Her attitude towards Matthew had warmed considerably. She knew that a big part of the success in their recent drama performance was thanks to Matthew’s guidance. No matter how well she knew her lines, she was still a novice on stage. An acclaimed actor like Matthew being so courteous and eager to please, all because of Stuart. Morwenna wasn’t one to make a fuss unnecessarily; her impression of Matthew wasn’t as bad as it used to be.

Matthew nodded, lowering his voice as instructed, “Alright, sister-in-law. Is Stuart around? How’s his mood?”

After pondering for a moment, Morwenna replied, “He’s doing alright.”

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, “Thanks, sister-in-law. See you around.”

“Goodbye.”

As Morwenna walked away, Campbell looked confused and asked, “Sister-in-law? What’s that about?”