How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna was utterly flabbergasted.

How could they be so casual about it?

And to suggest Stuart choose between her and this other girl?

Such a proposition completely rocked Morwenna's traditional, honest-to-goodness world. For her, matters of the heart, be it marriage or intimacy, were to remain between two people alone, pure and unsullied.

The scene unfolding before her was something she couldn't fathom, let alone accept.

The usually docile Morwenna, who had allowed Stuart to hold her, began to struggle. With a strong push, she freed herself from Stuart's embrace, turned on her heel without a word, and started to walk away.

Stuart reached out to stop her, but Morwenna deftly sidestepped his attempt.

Fletcher, hand over his eyes in dismay, hadn't anticipated things taking such a turn. Normally, a bit of teasing was all in good fun.

But today was different—Morwenna was here today! If she walked out now, Stuart would have their heads.

Rushing to the door, Fletcher blocked her path, his charm oozing as he said with a grin that was all teeth, “Hold up, Morwenna, wait a minute. It’s all a big joke, don’t leave just yet. We can explain— no, your man can explain.”

Morwenna's face flushed with irritation as she snapped, “Dr. Vaughn, step aside!”

She had always thought highly of Fletcher, who had been nothing but kind and helpful to her. If not for that, she might have simply brushed past him.

This was one of the rare times Morwenna showed her anger.

Stuart’s face darkened, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by a brooding, almost menacing look.

The others in the room, all too familiar with Stuart’s moods, sensed the tide turning. They were a sharp bunch, well-acquainted with Stuart’s circle to know when a line had been crossed.

First off, Fletcher calling Stuart her man was a red flag—they'd never heard him say that to another woman before.

And Stuart, he was on the verge of fury...

The baby-faced member of their group, the first to grasp the gravity of the situation, joined Fletcher at the door. They couldn't let Morwenna, the girl Stuart had brought, simply walk out—not without risking Stuart's wrath. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Just then, the girl who had been the centerpiece of this debacle stepped out from behind a gift box, clutching flowers, and tried to placate Morwenna, “Look, I mean no harm. There’s absolutely nothing between Mr. Hetfield and me. It’s just a one-sided admiration on my part.”

If Morwenna was a lit fuse before, these words were the spark that set her off. These guys were sending this woman to Stuart’s bed and the two of them didn’t even know each other.

Fletcher dropped his playful demeanor, his eyes narrowing in warning as he addressed the ambitious interloper, “Ambition is fine, but there’s a limit to what one can reach. Got it?”

The woman clutched her flowers tighter, stealing a glance at Stuart. After all, Stuart had saved her in front of everyone.

An heir to the Hetfield fortune, and undeniably handsome—whatever the reason for his actions, she saw it as her chance.

She had been promised a hefty sum to ruffle Morwenna's feathers—five million.

In her eyes, Morwenna, seemingly unaware of the ways of the world, stood no chance against her.

She knew all too well what guys liked.

Ignoring the warning, she sashayed towards Stuart, her movement deliberate, her high-slit dress revealing glimpses of her long, pale legs. She approached, her voice dripping with seduction, “Mr. Hetfield.”

The room fell silent.

For all her faults, the woman had a voice that could ensnare, sensual enough to perhaps sway Stuart.

With the ball now in Stuart’s court, everyone held their breath, waiting to see how he would untangle this mess.