How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Mrs. Hetfield had just returned, and it was unthinkable not to notify Mr. Hetfield.

She adored Mr. Hetfield so much; no matter how busy he was, could anything be more important than Mrs. Hetfield?

"What is it?" came Stuart's icy voice over the phone.

It seemed that aside from dealing with Morwenna, Stuart was either cold as ice to everyone else or dishing out sly smiles left and right.

Orson instinctively straightened up, as if he was responding to a superior officer. "Mrs. Hetfield is back! And she brought three of her classmates with her." "Okay."

Orson wanted to ask Mr. Hetfield if he wanted to arrange something, but the call was abruptly ended.

Orson couldn't help but think, Mr. Hetfield really wasn't the easiest person to like!

That was Mrs. Hetfield, for crying out loud. He had informed him of her return, yet Mr. Hetfield seemed utterly unfazed.

Mrs. Hetfield sure had peculiar taste, fancying someone as intimidating as Mr. Hetfield...

Thirty minutes later.

A car pulled into the old mansion's driveway.

Orson watched Mr. Hetfield stride down from the car, his eyes widening in surprise.

So, it wasn't that he had no reaction; he had rushed back immediately after the call.

Stuart had come straight home, looking somewhat distressed.

Morwenna hadn't told him she would be taking a break and coming home today.

Stopping at the outer courtyard, Stuart hesitated.

Morwenna didn't want him visiting her school, fearing their relationship might stir up trouble if exposed. If he barged in now, Morwenna might not be pleased.

If anyone else knew what Stuart was thinking at that moment, they would be astonished.

Stuart, the formidable figure, since when did he ever compromise for someone else's feelings?

Orson sidled up, whispering, "Mr. Hetfield, why are you standing here? Why not go in? Oh, are you worried Mrs. Hetfield doesn't want her classmates to see you? Does Mrs. Hetfield find you embarrassing?" Stuart's expression darkened even further.

Some thoughts were meant to be kept private, not blurted out.

That's why Orson was always on thin ice around Stuart - he never thought before he spoke.

Realizing his blunder, Orson hastily backtracked, whispering, "Actually... it's okay to keep the relationship under wraps and still go in. After all, this is Hetfield Homestead. You're not just Mrs. Hetfield's husband; you're the heir to the Hetfield family... Okay, I'll shut up now. I won't say another word, Mr. Hetfield. Please, cool down!"

Had anyone else been so careless in their words before Stuart, they would've been promptly shown the door. But Morwenna seemed to have a soft spot for this lovable fool.

Stuart, swallowing his anger, found Orson's words somewhat reasonable after a moment's thought.

Ignoring Orson, Stuart strode towards the entrance.

As he reached the door, he paused, rolling down his sleeves and buttoning up his collar.

The reckless demon king was momentarily concealed, transformed into a dignified gentleman.

Stuart entered.

The laughter and chatter in the dining room ceased instantly.

All eyes turned to Stuart.

Morwenna felt a sudden rush of nerves.

Dahlia and Lorna had met Stuart before.

In the Rosefrost Hollow circles, there were few who didn't recognize Stuart.

Being Norbert's grandson, it was only natural for Stuart to return to Hetfield Homestead.

Just then, the usually quiet Keira spoke up: "Wenna, your husband is back."

Okay, Keira was the exception. Sheltered and overlooked by her family, she genuinely didn't recognize Stuart.

But she had seen him before.

When Keira had broken her leg and was hospitalized, Stuart had made an appearance.

Morwenna had dismissed the original caregiver, and all subsequent care was directly arranged by Stuart.