How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The guys all caught on to what Stuart meant.

This girl was Stuart's sweetheart. And this time, he was seriously.

Stuart and Morwenna headed home first.

Fletcher tried to slip away, but the guys weren't having any of it.

As soon as Stuart and Morwenna were out of sight, they cornered Fletcher.

"Nice one! You sly fox, plotting behind our backs."

"Out of all of us, you're the one who's tight with Stuart. Hanging around him all day, there's no way you didn't know what was up with him and Morwenna. And you kept it a secret!"

"We were this close to a disaster today!"

Fletcher played innocent: "I did tell you, guys. I mentioned Stuart was head over heels for a girl, planning a future together and all."

That caused a moment of silence – it seemed he had mentioned it.

But who the heck would have taken him seriously? They all thought it was a joke!

Fletcher couldn't help but want to laugh, remembering his own shock at the news.

He wasn't about to be the only one stunned; everyone had to have a taste of it.

Grinning, he said, "Next time you see Morwenna, remember your manners. A friendly heads-up: keep your scheming to yourselves around her."

"Got it. Who would've thought, Stuart blooming late in the game like this."

"Yeah, who knew Stuart, of all people, could be so whipped."

"We've been overseas for a while, hearing rumors about some poor student chasing after Stuart, flaunting her affection. Damn rumors got it all wrong – it's Stuart who's head over heels!"

Fletcher nodded in agreement.

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Stuart and Morwenna returned to the old estate.

Morwenna instinctively wanted to check on Norbert, but found him busy teaching Ryan, a sixth grader, about economics. So, she decided not to disturb them.

Unable to spend time with Norbert meant spending more time with Stuart.

With her left hand still healing, Morwenna couldn't do much else anyway. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

But that meant her and Stuart's bond grew stronger.

Stuart was exceptionally kind to Morwenna, patient and gentle, just like she'd always wished for in a boyfriend.

Time flew by. Two months at Rosefrost Hollow had passed, and Morwenna's hand was nearly healed, though her fingers remained somewhat stiff, marked by a scar.

Summer was over, and tomorrow she would report to Rosefrost University.

So much had happened in two months; it felt like years.

Norbert, always bustling around the younger family members, seemed to finally have a moment to breathe these past few days.

He took charge of Morwenna's school preparations, not allowing anyone else to interfere.

Norbert's voice was constantly heard around the estate.

"Quinlan, load all these snacks into the car for Wenna to take to school tomorrow."

"That quilt is too thin; go buy a new, thicker one, and make sure all her living essentials are packed."

"What about her clothes? The ones I had custom-made for Wenna, pack several sets."

"No, I can't allow it. Wenna's too naive; I fear she'll be bullied. Oswald, prepare some gifts. We'll accompany Wenna to the university, greet her roommates and classmates, and ask them to look after her."

The estate buzzed with activity, following Norbert's orders.

Morwenna, touched, said, "Norbert, there's no need for all this. I've got everything prepared, and I can carry it myself. I can go to the university alone tomorrow."

Norbert firmly replied, "That's not happening. What kind of family doesn't accompany their freshman? I'm taking you tomorrow, and that's final."

Morwenna's protests were in vain as she watched Norbert pack a mountain of things for her.

In that moment, Morwenna felt as if she truly had a family.