How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna's gaze was so pure that everyone could see her disappointment.

She was too sincere to fit in with this city.

After Morwenna apologized, someone mockingly pushed her around.

Embarrassed but not violent, the man in the floral shirt kicked Morwenna’s old suitcase in frustration, leaving it dented and useless.

Morwenna kept stepping back.

She knew she could call Norbert to prevent her from being driven away, but she didn’t want to worry him on her first day in Rosefrost Hollow.

She bowed her head, and the disappointment in her eyes turned into resolve when no one was looking.

So they thought they could hurt her?

Fine, she would remember each one of them!

Revenge would be sweet and silent!

At that moment, seeming tired of the drama, Stuart said, “Enough. Let’s wrap this up.”

Stuart was known for his firm decisions.

As long as he allowed it, any mischief went. But once he spoke, the rowdy crowd of young elites immediately ceased their antics and prepared to leave.

They didn’t dare to contradict Stuart.

Just Morwenna was silent, keeping her head down.

Then Stuart added, “Zoe, see that she’s settled in. We won’t need any part-time workers or maids anymore. Hand over the daily chores to her.”

The elegant, older butler, Zoe, approached Morwenna.

Those still in the house overheard Stuart’s instructions and exchanged puzzled looks.

It was unusual for everyone who knew Stuart’s quirk of not liking strangers around his place. Usually, maids and cooks visited only to perform their duties and left. Even Zoe, who had cared for Stuart since childhood, didn’t stay overnight at Windcharm Villas.

Yet, he had given the new maid a room. That meant she would be staying overnight under the same roof as Stuart!

They were shocked and baffled.

Who was that maid?

She was so plainly dressed and simple, how then did she come to live in such a place like Windcharm Villas?

The group left, their minds swirling with shock.

The villa quieted down.

Following Stuart’s orders, Zoe led Morwenna to a room on the first floor and explained, “Miss, you’ll stay here. Mr. Hetfield's room is upstairs. He doesn't like disturbances, so remember not to go up unless necessary.”

Morwenna was relieved to hear she wouldn’t be living too closely with Stuart.

After all, she was only a university freshman, not quite ready to share a space so intimately with a man she had just met.

Seeing the kind faces around her, Morwenna addressed the butler, “Zoe, thank you. I’m Morwenna Winslet. You can call me Wenna.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Zoe was momentarily stunned. Usually, only Stuart called her Zoe, while others, including his friends, respectfully referred to her as Ma’am.

Zoe’s expression softened, and she said with sympathy, “Ms. Winslet, Mr. Hetfield has requested that you tidy up the living room today, and from now on, you will manage his daily needs.”

That was a great responsibility for a girl who appeared so young.

Morwenna showed no discontent, energetically nodding. "Okay, I'll do my best."

Zoe sighed. "Put down your things, and I’ll show you around the villa and teach you how to use some of the appliances."

From a humble background, Morwenna hadn’t seen many of these devices.

Zoe patiently explained everything, sensing her goodwill.

At the end of it, Morwenna bowed deeply. “Thank you.”

Morwenna seemed so earnest and innocent that Zoe felt a softening in her heart. She gave Morwenna her phone number, allowing her to call if she had any questions. As dusk approached, Zoe left.

After tidying her room, Morwenna stepped out to find Stuart had retired upstairs, and the villa was quiet.

Only the messy living room remained.

Already exhausted from the enduring train ride, Morwenna was motivated by the thought of repaying Norbert's kindness.

Repaying the favor was her mission.

It was time to clean up!