How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 150

Morwenna blushed and hurriedly rested her hand on Stuart's shoulder.

Greta frowned slightly, puzzled.

What was Stuart thinking?

Tonight's opening dance was supposed to be just for the two of them. Why would Stuart change his mind because of this unexpected woman?

The DJ hesitated to start the music.

With a brief, indifferent glance from Stuart, the music immediately filled the air.

As Morwenna started to move, she accidentally stepped on Stuart’s foot.

Blushing, she stammered, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m just really nervous.”

Stuart said nothing.

A moment later, Morwenna stepped on his foot again.

On the brink of tears, Morwenna said, “Stuart, believe me, I really have practiced. I was the best in our village…”

With a gentle spin, Stuart’s cool, mature voice whispered in her ear, “Morwenna, be smarter from now on. Don’t just believe everything people tell you.”

Morwenna, not fully understanding what Stuart meant, simply nodded in agreement, “Okay.”

The dance ended.

Stuart let go of her, saying calmly, “Go back and sit down; I have some business to discuss.”

Morwenna obediently returned to her seat.

She didn’t bother with sunglasses this time; Stuart knew she was there anyway.

She grabbed the juice she hadn't finished before and kept sipping on it.

Finally, Barclay couldn’t help but whisper, “Morwenna, you actually dared to declare your feelings for Stuart publicly?”

Confused, Morwenna asked, “Why shouldn’t I? Is it wrong to like Stuart?”

Barclay paused, realizing, indeed, no one had said it was wrong to like Stuart.

But after seeing Stuart's cunning tactics, aside from Adelaide, in Rosefrost Hollow, no one dared to openly admit their feelings for him. Even Adelaide had always been subtle, only recently causing a stir by declaring her feelings.

Morwenna thought these people were all misguided.

If you like someone, you should pursue them. Even if you fail, at least you tried; there’s no regret in that.

And don't leave yourself wondering 'what if' just because you were too chicken to say anything.

People from her village were straightforward; they never beat around the bush.

Ignoring Barclay, Morwenna watched as Stuart and Greta stepped aside to talk. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Stuart and Greta stood together, both exuding strong presences, looking remarkably well-matched.

Greta had regained her composure. “Stuart, your action today might make my father reconsider his decisions. You know how much he values appearances. We had agreed to maintain a facade of a good relationship regardless of our personal feelings.”

Stuart, usually so free-spirited, rarely apologized, but he did, “Sorry, today was an accident. Regarding the partnership, if your family wishes to move forward, I’ll offer an additional ten percent.”

Stuart had no dislike for Greta, even admired her somewhat.

Today, having embarrassed her publicly, it was only right to offer compensation.

Greta raised an eyebrow. Stuart was ruthless in business, never giving ground easily. To get a concession from him was tougher than scaling the heavens. Yet here he was, offering an extra ten percent willingly.

Considering the scale of their deal, ten percent amounted to a staggering five hundred million.

Looking over at Morwenna, Greta finally asked, “Stuart, that girl who appeared out of nowhere, is she someone you fancy?”

Stuart responded calmly, “Not really, just a bit special.”

“Oh? Just special?”

For just one dance, he lost at least five hundred million.

Morwenna was oblivious to the trouble her presence had caused Stuart.