How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 148

But it's only Fletcher and Barclay who're somewhat closer with Stuart.

Morwenna watched them intently, her gaze unwavering.

Seizing the opportunity to bash Morwenna, Barclay chimed in, "See, there's no shortage of women pining for Stuart’s attention. Sophisticated ladies are a dime a dozen, each more impressive than the next. And you think you stand a chance with Stuart? Do you honestly believe you're in his league?"

Morwenna, who had been observing the scene, turned to Barclay, her voice barely above a whisper, "Norbert thinks I'm worthy. Besides, it's not about being worthy. If Stuart likes someone, even a beggar would make the cut. If he doesn't, all the perfection in the world amounts to nothing."

Barclay retorted, "But in our circles, do you really think we have the luxury of marrying for love? Marriages are more about alliances, about what benefits the family."

Morwenna scoffed, "Speak for yourself."

Barclay was left speechless.

Morwenna added, "Do you honestly believe Stuart is the type to just settle? Do you think anyone can dictate Stuart’s choices?"

Again, Barclay had no response.

Truth be told, Morwenna was right. Barclay’s envy of Stuart was palpable. He envied Stuart’s reckless character, which seemed unshackled by the constraints of high society.

Morwenna had once accused him of being foolishly impulsive, merely mimicking Stuart.

Trying to emulate Stuart’s carefree demeanor, Barclay had only managed a poor imitation. After a particularly humbling encounter with Morwenna, he finally understood.

He could never be like Stuart.

Even if Greta wasn’t there, it was doubtful anyone else would dare ask Stuart to dance.

Greta glanced at Stuart, playing it cool, waiting.

Stuart’s presence signified a willingness to engage with the Irons family.

Proud as she was, Greta liked Stuart too much to play games. If Stuart didn’t invite her within a minute, she’d swallow her pride and ask him herself.

Just then, Morwenna removed her sunglasses and walked towards Stuart, under the watchful eyes of everyone, including a stunned Barclay.

With a voice soft and clear, she asked, “Stuart, may I have this dance?”