How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

And he was holding Morwenna as if she was a precious gem.

At the sound of someone calling out "Mr. Hetfield," Morwenna's nerves kicked in, and she instinctively clutched at Stuart's shirt out of embarrassment.

Stuart, sensing her tension, cast a frosty glance towards the front desk. Startled, Emma quickly lowered her head, but couldn't hide the envy in her eyes.

With just a glance, Stuart took Morwenna away, walking past the onlookers.

Orson's car was parked right at the front, not bothering with the underground lot, ready for a quick pick-up.

Seeing Stuart emerge, Orson barely reacted until he noticed Morwenna in Stuart's arms, prompting him to swiftly stand up.

The guard, recognizing Stuart, rushed to open the car door with respect.

Stuart, with Morwenna in his arms, got into the car.

Inside, Morwenna was a bundle of nerves.

Should she wake up now? How long should she pretend to be asleep?

“Stuart, what are you doing? We're in the car, put me down!” she thought.

The car seat was comfortable enough, why did she have to be on Stuart's lap?

Morwenna's internal rant continued as Stuart, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, gently played with her hair.

Deciding to give in, Morwenna relaxed her body and nestled closer to Stuart.

Let it be.

After all, she's still "asleep," oblivious to everything...

Feeling Morwenna relax, Stuart's gaze softened even more.

Orson, thinking Morwenna was sleeping, drove with extra care.

After what seemed like an eternity, enveloped in Stuart's cool scent, Morwenna could tell the car finally stopped.

"Oh, we're home," Morwenna pretended to wake up, trying to sound casual as she suggested they head inside.

She was clumsy in her anxiety of being found out, which Stuart found especially adorable. He chuckled lightly.

Orson turned his head at once, doubting the laughter he had heard. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Did Mr. Hetfield just chuckle? I think he did” Orson thought.

Stuart quickly caught up to Morwenna, the two of them entering together.

Inside the grand manor, the atmosphere shifted. Rose Hetfield was brewing tea in her finest dress, while Norbert was sipping from his cup.

Rose was Yara’s eldest daughter and Morwenna's contemporary at twenty, once the apple of her grandfather's eye, even named after the beautiful flower. But as she grew up, her visits became rare, as she was caught up in the whirlwind of romances, performances, and high society gatherings, leaving little time for family.

The bond between Rose and her grandfather had faded over time, an unspoken acknowledgment of her priorities.

Morwenna, upon entering, quickly approached them.

Remembering the last incident with Reuben's attempt to tamper with Norbert's medication, Morwenna couldn't help but be wary of the Hetfield family members, despite being an outsider herself.

Yet, she couldn't shake off the concern for Norbert.

Seeing Morwenna, Norbert's face lit up with warmth, "Wenna, you’re back. Come, sit with us."