How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 377

Morwenna truly believed it. After all, living in the countryside, she hadn't seen much in the way of entertainment. The one time she did catch a show, it was a stunt performance where a man broke stones on his chest. The crowd went wild with cheers. Though she couldn't do acrobatics, smashing stones with her chest seemed doable.

Seeing the earnest look on Morwenna's face, everyone burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"You can't be serious! You're not actually considering it, are you?"

"Morwenna, who taught you to be so adorably clueless?"

Feeling a tad embarrassed, Morwenna scratched her head, "Isn't it a bit... unseemly?"

Trying to hold back her laughter, Keira whispered, "Definitely not happening. You'd scare everyone away."

Lorna, almost in stitches, teased, "And Morwenna, with your delicate frame, breaking stones on your chest? I'd say it's more likely the stone would break you."

But as Lorna glanced at Morwenna's impressive build, her laughter abruptly stopped. It didn't add up. How could someone so well-endowed be ready to brawl?

Reflecting on it, Morwenna also realized that performing stunts at a school event might be inappropriate. After a moment of thought, she mumbled, "Actually, I'd rather see a lion dance."

Her quiet remark went unnoticed as the others were already buzzing with ideas for the event. As for the stone-breaking stunt, they had written it off.

Seeing Morwenna still hanging around, Campbell spoke up, "You should head back and rest, Morwenna. You've been running on three to four hours of sleep these nights. You won't last at this rate."

Feeling the warmth of their concern, Morwenna felt a glow inside. Back in the countryside, she hadn't had many friends. After her mother passed, her father left, and relatives shunned her. Later, the only person who was kind to her, Melvin, passed away too. They labeled her a jinx, advising other kids to steer clear.

The villagers were superstitious, and rumors spread from their village to the town. Throughout high school, she remained friendless.

Morwenna returned to her dorm alone. A stack of study books lay on her desk. Beside her pillow was a nearly finished grey sweater. No matter how busy her day was, Morwenna made sure to knit a little before bed.

Her days were filled with studies, often going to bed past midnight. With the new parcel collection service opening, her bedtime had been pushed even later, now around two or three in the morning, yet she still woke up at six without fail.

Now, just nine in the evening, she followed advice and got ready for bed. Once settled, she messaged Claude about her new venture opening the next day.