How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 271 

No matter how grim Stuart’s expression was, the play had to go on, 

It all started at a movie premiere. A wealthy young man, from the moment he laid eyes on the actress on stage, was utterly smitten. His open–hearted pursuit, against her cool indifference, lit up the audience with intrigue and admiration. 

Murmurs spread through the crowd. 

“I swear, I’m gonna cry. The guy’s totally lovesick.” 

“And she’s just ice, isn’t she? Turning down a catch like him.” 

“If I were as gorgeous as she is, I’d play hard to get too.” 

Stuart’s brooding mood lifted slightly at the scene unfolding on stage. 

But soon, the atmosphere shifted, the background darkening. 

The old–money rules forbade the young heir from falling for an actress. 

Family objections, society’s gossip. Despite the negativity, the young man remained positive. 

“War crept into the city, chaos ensued after an aerial raid during one of her performances. 

A terrified cabby bolted, leaving chaos in his wake, screams filled the air. 

Her cool beauty, standing out against the backdrop of the war–torn debris, was a sharp contrast. 

In the midst of panic, he rushed to her side, pulling her to safety. 

Amidst the dust and disarray, her heart began to thaw. 

On stage, they ran hand in hand. Morwenna, seeing Matthew’s figure, felt her icy gaze warm. 

She saw in him Stuart, always there to rescue her from danger. 

Yet, in the audience, Stuart snapped his pen, its tip piercing his palm, ink staining his fingers in a strangely beautiful way. 

It reminded him of the car accident he’d engineered, not out of malice, but a misguided attempt to win Morwenna’s affection with a 

hero’s rescue. 

As he furiously cleaned the ink, his eyes darkened with resentment. 

All he got from Morwenna, their relationship, it was all based on a lie… A lie that might come crashing down any day. 

The principal nearby jumped at Stuart’s sudden movement, nervously suggesting, “Mr. Hetfield, if… if you’re not enjoying the play, we could switch to another performance.” 

Stuart gave the stage a long, cold look before replying, “It’s fine. No change needed.” 

The principal wanted to say more but chose silence over confrontation. 

Despite Stuart’s youthful appearance, the weight of his presence was undeniable. 

Was there something wrong with the play that had previously been putting Mr. Hetfield to sleep, now rendering him so formidable? 

On stage, the story of love in times of war unfolded, its intensity unmatched. 

As the city fell to conflict, the couple faced the harsh realities of escape and survival. 

The once impeccable young man now bore the marks of his journey, his white shirt stained with mud. 

“We can’t stay here, I’ll get you out,” he promised. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“And what about you?” 

“I… I’ll leave too. Don’t worry, we’ll both be fine.” 

They planned their escape, boarding a crowded train filled with the anxious and hopeless. 

But in the final moment before departure, they chose to disembark, understanding each other’s unspoken decision. 

They shared a laugh, a tight embrace, no words needed. 

Caught in an awkward moment, Morwenna quickly reminded herself that this was just a play, and backing off wasn’t an option.