How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The security guard only paused for a brief moment before recognition dawned on him.

The girl was the same one who'd visited the Hetfield Group earlier to deliver lunch to Mr. Hetfield.

Turns out, Mr. Hetfield had lent his car to her.

At the front desk, the twin sisters curiously rushed to the door, their eyes filled with envy as they watched Morwenna step out of Mr. Hetfield's luxurious car.

Within their circle, it was common knowledge that Morwenna had a thing for Stuart. She had boldly confessed her feelings for him in front of everyone at one of the Irons family's extravagant gatherings, even asking Stuart to dance. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

To many, Morwenna's aspirations seemed like a far-fetched dream.

How could someone of Mr. Hetfield's stature ever take notice of Morwenna, a mere student struggling to make ends meet?

Yet, to those within the Hetfield Group, it was evident that Mr. Hetfield showed Morwenna a level of kindness and attention he had never even shown to Adelaide Gallagher.

As Morwenna entered the Hetfield Group building, the lively younger twin at the front desk fixed her gaze on Morwenna.

The first time Morwenna visited, she was clad in worn-out clothes, hesitant even to enter.

On her second visit, she sported a diamond hairpin. And now, on her third visit, she arrived in Mr. Hetfield's personal vehicle.

The older twin glanced at her sister before warmly greeting, "Ms. Winslet, are you here to see Mr. Hetfield? He instructed us to send you straight up upon your arrival."

Morwenna nodded, "Yeah, don't worry about me. I know the way."

As Morwenna took the elevator up, the older twin turned to her sister with a serious look.

"Emma, I've told you, we need to live our lives with integrity."

"Sis, I'm just looking. Why do some people get all the luck?"

"Everyone's fate is their own to live. Our parents might not be wealthy, but they've always provided for us. Emma, we need to focus on our own lives, not envy others, especially not reaching for someone like Mr. Hetfield."

"Ella, I disagree. Sometimes, you have to seize your own destiny!"

"Emma!"

"Okay, sis, I get it. I'm just a bit envious, that's all. I won't overthink it."

Ella looked at her sister worriedly, sensing unease.

But Emma wasn't entirely to blame. If the socialites from Rosefrost Hollow knew how Stuart treated Morwenna, they'd all be tempted to try their luck.

After all, if Morwenna could win Stuart over, why couldn't they, with their superior family backgrounds?

Morwenna ascended to the penthouse in Stuart's private elevator, greeting the three assistants there with a smile, "Hello, everyone."

There were three of them because of Stuart's distrustful nature, having decided against having a personal assistant. They all stood up at once.

"Ms. Winslet, welcome."

"Hello, Ms. Winslet."

"Are you here for Mr. Hetfield? He's in his office."

Their politeness was impeccable.

Morwenna nodded and proceeded to Stuart's office without disturbing anyone further.

She knocked softly, "Stuart, I'm here to pick you up."

The door swung open from the inside almost immediately.

The assistants watched as the girl at the door was eagerly pulled inside, an impatient gesture.

Morwenna, caught off-guard, stumbled into Stuart's arms, mumbling in protest, "Stuart, what are you doing?"

As she looked up, her eyes met Stuart's intense gaze, making her swallow nervously, "What's... What's wrong?"

Stuart regarded Morwenna for a moment, his voice laden with suppressed emotion, "Nothing, just not in the best mood."