How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 273

Behind the school, there was a private parking lot. That space had been bought by the professors and advisors for their own use. Typically, students were not allowed there. But if Stuart said you could go, then you could go. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Morwenna didn't even change out of her evening gown; she just threw on a shawl and made a dash for the parking lot. After the performance, many had wanted to catch up with Morwenna but couldn't find her. So, they surrounded Matthew instead. Matthew was trying to fend off Campbell. Thus, the two brothers found themselves encircled by enthusiastic students.

Meanwhile, the principal tried to follow Stuart but stopped abruptly when Stuart turned and said, “Don't follow me.” At that, the principal halted in his tracks. Seeing this, none of the other young entrepreneurs dared to follow either. It seemed their trip was in vain, not having exchanged a single word.

The vice principal hurried over, whispering, “Principal, what happened? Did Mr. Hetfield say anything?”

Wiping sweat from his brow, the principal shook his head, “Nothing. It was fine at first, but then he seemed more and more dissatisfied. I don't know what got into him.”

The vice principal's face fell, “How could he be dissatisfied? Mr. Hetfield himself asked to attend the welcome party. Where did he go?”

“I don’t know. He seemed like he wanted to take a walk, but what's there to see at Rosefrost University? Does Mr. Hetfield know someone here?”

“It’s unlikely. A VIP like him, why would he attend a welcome party just to meet someone?”

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On the other side, Morwenna was running towards the private parking lot. From a distance, she noticed a guard at the entrance. As she got closer, she realized the guard was none other than Orson Brown.

Surprised, Morwenna exclaimed, “Orson, what are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be with Norbert Hetfield?”

Orson hesitated, then said, “I came out with the young master. Mrs. Hetfield, please come in. The young master is waiting for you in the car.”

Morwenna hurried in. Noticing Orson's troubled look, she frowned, “Orson, did something happen to Norbert Hetfield?”

Orson quickly shook his head, his honest face reassuring, “No, no, Mr. Norbert's fine. My brother is with him, he took his medicine on time, and he’s not drinking. It’s just... I’ve been worried about Mr. Norbert’s health. When will you be coming back?”

Orson left some things unsaid; his mother had passed away after being ill. In her final days, she was weak, eating less and less. Norbert was also eating very little and seemed out of spirits. But his elder and second brothers insisted it was nothing to worry about, that it was just because he wasn’t drinking. Orson, being naive, believed them. Yet, a part of him remained uneasy, which is why he accompanied Stuart, hoping to ask Morwenna when she’d return.

Relieved, Morwenna thought something had happened to Norbert Hetfield. “Our school has a break at the end of the month. Normally, I’ll return then, but if anything happens, you must tell me immediately. I can take leave.”

Orson nodded, “Yes, I’ll let you know. You should go see the young master now.”

With that, she continued on her way. Orson still felt a bit uneasy, knocking his forehead twice with his hand. His head hurt, distracting him from his worries.

Morwenna found parking spot 001 and saw Stuart's car. She knocked on the door, and as it opened, a hand with distinct knuckles pulled her inside. The curtains in the car were drawn, casting the interior in a dim and intimate light. Pulled in suddenly, Morwenna found herself in Stuart's arms. Having only managed to swap her high heels for slippers before coming out, she now sat on Stuart's lap, her slippers forgotten.