How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 280

Barclay stormed off, leaving Morwenna utterly baffled by his departure.

She glanced at Jethro sprawling on the ground and couldn’t resist giving him a sneaky kick as she passed by, although her flip-flops made the act more of a gesture than a real punishment.

She found a new spot and continued with her meal, savoring the delights of the free buffet. "When it's on the house, you've got to make the most of it," she thought, diving into a plate piled high with comfort food.

The little drama had unexpectedly turned Morwenna into something of a celebrity around campus. It seemed like everyone knew her name now.

Mid-bite, an idea struck her. With her newfound fame, why not seize the moment to start a little side hustle? She could offer to pick up and deliver packages for her fellow students. Given the hassle of fetching packages from the campus entrance, she figured there’d be a demand for her services. "Fifty cents a package sounds about right," she mused, unaware that many of her peers wouldn’t blink at a higher fee.

Meanwhile, Jethro, after regaining his composure, shot Morwenna a venomous look and stormed out to call Adelaide, who frustratingly didn't pick up. Swearing under his breath, he decided to take a sick day and stormed off campus, planning to enlist his mom’s help in getting through to Adelaide.

He hailed a cab, but too engrossed in his phone, he didn’t notice the driver taking a strange route until it was too late. Confronted by his unexpected destination, Jethro’s complaints were cut short as he was dragged from the cab and subjected to a brutal beating. His threats and pleas did nothing to halt the onslaught, and he was left unconscious and badly injured. The driver made a quick getaway after ensuring an ambulance was on its way to the scene.

Unaware of Jethro’s plight, Morwenna, feeling satisfied after her hearty meal, decided against the library and instead sought out Keira for help with a laptop.

“Keira, how does this thing turn on? And the mouse moves the pointer, right?” Morwenna was practically a novice with computers, her exposure limited to outdated models during her high school years in a small town.

“Here’s the power button, and yes, that's how the mouse works. What do you need to do? I can help,” Keira offered, navigating the sleek laptop with ease. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Morwenna explained her plan to post an ad on the college forum, offering her package pickup and delivery service. “And let’s add a photo of me. Maybe if people recognize me, they’ll be more likely to get in touch.”