How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 157

Morwenna froze in her tracks.

"Stuart's birthday?" she asked.

"Yeah, every year on Mr. Hetfield's birthday, all the prominent figures of Rosefrost Hollow gather. I've heard it's quite the event. I'd love to see it myself..."

The older sister quietly tugged at her sibling's shirt to get her to stop talking so much.

Hearing about Stuart's birthday, Morwenna turned and walked away.

When Morwenna left, the younger twin asked puzzled, "Why did you stop me? Didn't you say last time that this lady is special and we should treat her nicely?"

The older twin sighed, "I told you to read the lines. Didn’t you see she didn’t know about Mr. Hetfield's birthday? If Mr. Hetfield wanted her to know, would he need us to tell her?"

The younger sister was stunned, "But I already mentioned it. What do we do now?"

"Just drop it!"

Morwenna felt uneasy as she left.

No one had told her about Stuart’s birthday. Then again, no one was obliged to tell her.

She claimed to love Stuart, yet hadn’t taken the time to understand him, not even knowing his birthday.

Morwenna felt her affection was superficial.

What did she really like about Stuart?

Perhaps she liked Stuart’s occasional gentleness, his timely help and his handsome face.

Her affection seemed conditional, not for Stuart as a person.

Suddenly, Morwenna felt guilty, thinking she hadn’t done enough.

Raised in a simple and down-to-earth community, she tended to look inward for faults by instinct, not out of self-pity or weakness but habit, considering others first, used to taking the short end of the stick.

So at this moment, she focused on her shortcomings.

It's Stuart's birthday and she gotta rush to get his present sorted.

She always felt like she was here to repay a debt, but since arriving, it seemed she owed more and more.

Morwenna went upstairs, changed into clean clothes, then took out the slips of paper from the capsules and began to write.

‘Happy Birthday, Stuart.’

‘Wishing you peace, joy, and success.’

‘May all your dreams come true, and you live a life of health and happiness.’

With a hundred notes, Morwenna thought carefully about each one, deliberating her wish before writing.

It felt as if each wish could come true.

She finally finished up two hours later.

She rolled them up, placed them back in the capsules, filled the glass jar, and tied it with a colorful ribbon, fashioning a bow.