How the Ice king Became my Doting Billionaire Husband (Darlin )

Chapter 200 

Claude eagerly retrieved his latest read from the bookshelf, sharing his enthusiasm with Morwenna under the tranquil night sky. 

His youthful voice, filled with a hint of naivety, seemed to sparkle with a vibrancy uniquely Morwenna’s. 

Unbeknownst to her, Stuart was searching for her. 

After his shower, Stuart noticed Morwenna’s absence. He waited for a bit, but she didn’t return. Descending the stairs to ask around, he found the house eerily quiet. 

Morwenna had vanished without a trace. 

Even the family’s security hadn’t seen her. 

With the Hetfield family crisis unfolding earlier, Oswald had gathered everyone for a briefing, leaving no one to notice Morwenna’s departure. 

Stuart tried calling her, to no avail. 

Worried, he resorted to tracking her phone, only to find its last location was in her room. 

Realizing she had left without her phone, Stuart wondered if it was intentional. 

Did she not want to be found? 

Why? Could it be because of the minor incident at the fish stall? 

His face darkened as he sat waiting in his room, time steadily ticking by. 

He remembered how Morwenna used to wait up for him when she first arrived at Windcharm Villas. 

Was she feeling the same way he was feeling now? 

The tables had turned, now it was Stuart’s turn to wait.. 

The long wait forced Stuart to ponder if he had indeed erred over something so trivial. 

If it mattered to Morwenna, he was willing to compromise, even apologize. 

Would an apology soothe things over? 

His reflections made him consider concessions, though he didn’t quite admit to any wrongdoing. 

Morwenna, lost in her book, didn’t realize it was already past midnight. 

Claude, ever so obedient, didn’t interrupt her once. 

Realizing the time, Morwenna said, “Alright, it’s time for me to head back. You should get some rest too. And remember, no more tantrums and take your medicine, okay?” 

Claude nodded obediently, “Got it, Ms. Winslet.” 

As Morwenna ruffled his hair, she gently chided, “Your hair’s getting too long, it might affect your vision.” 

Claude agreed to everything, like the well–behaved boy he was.. 

Saying her goodbyes, Morwenna was met by the butler who hadn’t yet retired for the night. He handed her an envelope, “Ms. Winslet, you’ve tutored for five hours today, that’s $2500 in total.” 

Aware that Morwenna wasn’t one to take more than her fair share, the butler still wished he could dangle a big chunk of change for her to focus solely on Claude. 

Morwenna, however, declined the payment, “Today wasn’t tutoring, just a chat. I won’t take the money, goodbye.” 

With the envelope still in hand, the butler was left at a loss. 

Morwenna waved goodbye and briskly walked back to Hetfield’s Homestead, pulling her coat tighter against the cool summer night. breez 

To her surprise the mansion’s front gate was still open.. 

mering, the sew Stuart sitting on bench in the courtyard, his deep gaza fixed towards the gate.