How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 22

Morwenna was tired of the veiled criticisms.

She was finished with spoon-feeding Stuart. And really, she couldn't care less about Ms. Gallagher's or anyone else's thoughts.

While setting down her cup with a clink, Morwenna's eyes flashed as she said, “Oh, right, I'm not good enough for him, but you are. You act like the lady of the house, so why don’t you marry Stuart? Is it because you don’t love him?”

Adelaide’s gentle facade froze, and her breathing quickened in anger. “You...”

Morwenna was genuinely curious.

Norbert had mentioned that Stuart had never married despite his age.

Adelaide acted so much like the lady of the house, but why hadn’t she married Stuart?

Adelaide’s demeanor quickly darkened. “You dare speak to me like that? You know what? I can have you thrown out of Windcharm Villas right now, and Stuart wouldn’t utter a word in your defense?”

Morwenna had been ready to leave for a while.

She could still make it to her newly rented apartment to cook lunch.

She nodded briskly. “Fine, then, I’ll leave.”

Morwenna returned to her room, gathered her belongings, and headed for the door.

Adelaide was stunned. She had never expected the maid to leave.

She had intended to assert her dominance and intimidate any potential rivals for Stuart’s affection.

She hadn’t planned to drive anyone away. She just didn't have the power at Windcharm Villas.

At the time, a cold voice came from the second floor. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Morwenna turned to see a just-awakened Stuart and waved. “Oh, Stuart, you’re awake. Your dear friend has arrived, so I’ll be on my way.”

“Come back here!”

Morwenna paused, puzzled. “What’s the matter? Is there anything else?”

Adelaide’s heart was full of jealousy and anger, but her face showed vulnerability.

“Stuart, I didn’t mean what I said earlier about driving Ms. Winslet away. I came because I have an appointment at the hospital this afternoon and wanted you to come with me.”

Adelaide finished, her eyes soft and pleading. In the past, Stuart would cancel whatever was on his schedule to take her to the hospital.

However, Stuart glanced toward the kitchen and said, “Get back home. I’m busy today. I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

“But...”

Before Adelaide could finish her sentence, Stuart frowned disapprovingly at her.

Immediately, Adelaide lowered her head, adopting a considerate tone, “Okay then, Stuart, off I go.”

As she turned away, the jealousy in Adelaide’s eyes could have cut like a knife.

Morwenna! Just you wait!