Everyone can vouch that Stuart Hetfield is never been much for the ladies. But then, out of nowhere, his grandfather pushes him into marrying this girl, Morwenna Winslet, in a swift ceremony. Now, everyone's on the edge of their seats waiting for Stuart to blow his top, ready to see Morwenna made a fool of. But behind closed doors, it's all, "Honey, I can't cook." "Oops, babe, I've messed up the closet." "Darlin', I'm useless without you, I can't survive." So now sweet, patient Morwenna is stuck babying her utterly helpless hubby.

Chapter 1"Morwenna, honey, take good care of yourself.""Morwenna, you don't need to give all your scholarship money to Hope Elementary. You're going to college at Rosefrost Hollow, and let me tell you, it’s nothing like our little mountain town. I hear the tuition and living costs are sky-high."The simple-hearted villagers in the secluded mountains were bidding farewell to a lovely young girl.The girl was in the typical attire of a less fortunate young woman, wearing a white T-shirt paired with faded blue jeans.She had her long hair tied back in a high ponytail, and her bright eyes and well-defined nose complemented her delicate, slightly chubby face, making her look charmingly soft and adorable.With a big backpack and various pieces of luggage, Morwenna Winslet boarded the bus heading to the city. She sat by the window, waving at everyone with a radiant smile."See ya, everyone! And please tell Principal Johnson to keep our school going a bit more. The kids can’t miss out on education. As soon as I'm making money, I'll contribute to the school."Having grown up in the mountain town, Morwenna had earned a place at Rosefrost Hollow University and was leaving her rural life behind.With some time left before the semester started, she hurried to Rosefrost Hollow to meet Norbert Hetfield, who had funded her education for years.And incidentally, she was to marry his good-for-nothing grandson.Morwenna took a two-day train ride in economy class to Rosefrost Hollow to save money.At the agreed spot, she met Norbert Hetfield, dressed in a dignified suit, looking as kind-hearted as she had imagined.Norbert, grinning from ear to ear, asked, "Wenna, are you totally sure you want to marry my good-for-nothing grandson?"Without hesitation, Morwenna slapped her chest confidently and declared, “Absolutely!”She had thought it through. A favor as big as the ocean deserved a grand gesture in return.Norbert had been funding education in the mountain town for decades, and she was one of the beneficiaries. Such a huge debt of gratitude needed to be repaid.Norbert often complained about his grandson being a complete letdown, a 28-year-old man who wasn’t married, which seemed rather pitiful.She felt a strong need to help Norbert out.After all, many in her village got married after just a brief introduction, so marrying a stranger didn’t seem so unusual to her.Norbert was increasingly pleased with her. He had funded mountain schools and watched her grow up. She was kind, beautiful, clever, and ready to marry his grandson. He decisively announced, “Wenna, if you've already decided, why not get hitched to him right away?”“Today?”“Yeah. What do you think?”Determined not to let his grandson back out after finally agreeing to marry, Norbert saw no point in delaying. They might as well get it done immediately!Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the city hall.Morwenna met Norbert’s so-called worthless grandson, Stuart Hetfield.For a moment, Morwenna was bewildered. Weren’t useless men supposed to be incapable of anything substantial, like the guy back in her village who couldn’t farm or even manage chickens properly?But here was Stuart, unexpectedly handsome.In her entire village, she'd never spotted a man as attractive as him. His hair seemed to have a glow to it, even though he looked a bit moody.Morwenna smiled politely at Stuart.Radiating a 'keep out' vibe, Stuart scrutinized Morwenna with scrutiny and disdain. The woman had managed to get his grandfather to coerce him into marriage.Under Norbert's urging, they walked into the city hall.The clerks could feel Stuart's impatience and hesitantly asked, “Are you sure you want to proceed with the marriage?”Stuart’s icy gaze was enough to send a chill down their spines.Thump! The stamp came down.And just like that, they got marriedStuart grabbed the marriage license and tossed it carelessly to Norbert.It was like ticking off a checklist for him. He turned, got into his car, and slammed the door shut.Caught off guard and fuming, Norbert yelled, "Hold on there, young man! You just got married, and you have a wife now. Are you planning to leave her behind?"Stuart rolled down the window, ignored Norbert's words, and looked coldly at Morwenna. "Remember, this marriage stays under wraps. Don’t blab about us outside. It’s beneath me!"With that, he revved the engine, leaving a puff of exhaust and speeding away before Morwenna could respond.Norbert staggered with anger.Morwenna quickly stepped forward to steady him. "Norbert, are you all right?"Norbert could hardly conceal his embarrassment. He also wanted to ask if Wenna was okay.Coughing slightly to clear his throat, he spoke earnestly, "Wenna, you know the deal with my grandson, don't you? He's tough to deal with and not good at much. You wouldn’t consider divorcing him, would you?"Morwenna immediately assured him, "Of course not, Norbert. No matter how useless he is, I’ll take care of him. We believe in making a marriage work, not in talking of divorce lightly."If the people in their circles knew that someone dared call Stuart, the feared tycoon, useless, they’d be astonished.Norbert looked at Morwenna’s naive and sincere face, feeling like a villain who had tricked a young girl into a dangerous place.Feeling guilty, Norbert decided to secretly transfer the ownership of Stuart’s villa to Morwenna when he got home.Norbert had the driver take Morwenna to the villa where Stuart lived, hoping to give the young couple some space to foster their relationship before they returned to the Hetfield's Homestead.He left in a hurry, intent on hiding the marriage certificate. That way, there’d be no easy way out for Stuart if he ever thought of divorce.…Windcharm Villas was the place where Stuart usually lived.The villa complex wasn’t luxurious, even ordinary, with many preserved historical buildings.But its exclusivity wasn’t about wealth. Living there was a symbol of status.Norbert had left so hurriedly that he forgot to mention Morwenna was Norbert’s wife. The driver dropped Morwenna off at the entrance of Windcharm Villas, not bothering with her luggage, and left.Carrying her bags, Morwenna found her way to Area One.She saw a small yard enclosed by a picket fence with a modest three-story house.It reminded Morwenna of the grandest house in her village, though not as grandly decorated, which comforted her.It seemed the Hetfield family wasn’t as wealthy as she feared, which eased her worries about potential barriers due to wealth.The yard was spacious, perfect for growing flowers someday.Thinking it, Morwenna walked through the yard to the house, took out the key Norbert gave her, and opened the front door.While stepping in, she saw Stuart sitting on the living room couch.Tall and casually elegant, Stuart had left his suit jacket aside, his shirt collar loosely opened, revealing an alluring Adam's apple. A small mole at the corner of his eye lifted as he looked up, every move radiating a lazy aristocracy.Morwenna was struck by his appearance, as splendid as a character from a classic painting.At that moment, Morwenna looked entirely out of place with a large backpack stuffed with belongings.She had brought all her essential items from her college life to save money.She had a timeworn suitcase in her left hand, and in the other, a retro Nokia phone you practically never see around these days. Apart from her pretty face, everything else about her was a mess.The contrast between them couldn't be starker.Feeling a bit nervous, Morwenna smiled sincerely. "Hi Stuart, I’m Morwenna."Looking like a king of his domain confronted by an intruder, Stuart emitted a barely perceptible threat.His mature, icy voice commanded. "Get out!""Get out!" The sharp, undeniable command echoed through the room.Morwenna flinched, her grip tightening on the suitcase she carried. She believed Norbert was probably right - Stuart may not have what it takes to get a wife. He was undoubtedly handsome but far too fierce for most.Yet, she had promised Norbert to take good care of Stuart and couldn't abandon that promise.After a moment of thought, Morwenna spoke earnestly, "I'm a great cook, you know. I'm quite efficient with the housework, too. And I'm good at looking after people."Stuart sat there, his demeanor as cold as icicles hanging from the eaves of houses in a winter village, beautiful but dangerously sharp.But Morwenna wasn't intimidated. As a child, when there were no sweets to eat, she would break off icicles and crunch on them.She wasn't bothered by the coldness, her face a picture of sincerity.Suddenly, Stuart’s phone rang.With a casual movement, he answered the call.Norbert's voice came warning through the phone, "Take good care of Morwenna. She’s now staying at Windcharm Villas, and if you dare turn her away, that woman will never set foot in our family again!"Stuart’s voice deepened. "This is the last time!"After hanging up, he looked at Morwenna with narrowed eyes. "You said you wanted to take care of me?"Morwenna nodded, her gaze inadvertently falling on a small, mesmerizing mole near the corner of Stuart’s eye.Stuart suddenly chuckled, a sound dark and chilling, like a villain eyeing his prey with sharp fangs exposed. “Given you're so stubborn about remaining here, alright, go ahead!”But he didn't make it sound like an easy promise.Challenging Norbert's threats and daring to step into his life, she should be prepared for the consequences.Unaware that this marriage was out of threats from Norbert and Stuart was utterly reluctant, Morwenna saw Stuart's agreement as a positive sign. Her eyes brightened, curving like crescents in pure joy.Stuart’s cold gaze paused unexpectedly.Carrying her luggage, Morwenna stepped into the house. Then she nearly bumped into a man in a floral shirt at the entrance."Mr. Hetfield, who is this beautiful beauty?" the man asked.As she entered, she saw the house wasn’t just home to Stuart. There were other men and women.The living room was full of drinks, and a group gathered around, boisterously enjoying themselves.Around Stuart, though, it seemed as if there was an invisible barrier, with him sitting apart from the rest.When Stuart had spoken earlier, everyone had fallen silent, and since Morwenna had been outside, she hadn’t noticed these people.At the time, a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on her.As Morwenna walked in, the drunk crowd encircled her, sizing her up."Ha, she is special, isn't she? What era is this antique from? Looks so out of place.""How has Mr. Hetfield's taste changed so much? With a pearl-like Adelaide, how could he fancy this plain Jane?""She's pretty, sure, but is she even of age?"Surrounded and mocked by the dressed-up group, Morwenna became the target of their ridicule.Stuart did nothing to stop them, watching indifferently.Emboldened by his lack of action, the crowd became more unrestrained.A regular girl might have crumbled under such scrutiny, feeling inferior and frightened.But not Morwenna. Raised in hardship, she had developed a resilience uncommon to many.Frowning at the crowd, she stated earnestly. "That's rude, you know."Chapter 2"Morwenna, honey, take good care of yourself.""Morwenna, you don't need to give all your scholarship money to Hope Elementary. You're going to college at Rosefrost Hollow, and let me tell you, it’s nothing like our little mountain town. I hear the tuition and living costs are sky-high."The simple-hearted villagers in the secluded mountains were bidding farewell to a lovely young girl.The girl was in the typical attire of a less fortunate young woman, wearing a white T-shirt paired with faded blue jeans.She had her long hair tied back in a high ponytail, and her bright eyes and well-defined nose complemented her delicate, slightly chubby face, making her look charmingly soft and adorable.With a big backpack and various pieces of luggage, Morwenna Winslet boarded the bus heading to the city. She sat by the window, waving at everyone with a radiant smile."See ya, everyone! And please tell Principal Johnson to keep our school going a bit more. The kids can’t miss out on education. As soon as I'm making money, I'll contribute to the school."Having grown up in the mountain town, Morwenna had earned a place at Rosefrost Hollow University and was leaving her rural life behind.With some time left before the semester started, she hurried to Rosefrost Hollow to meet Norbert Hetfield, who had funded her education for years.And incidentally, she was to marry his good-for-nothing grandson.Morwenna took a two-day train ride in economy class to Rosefrost Hollow to save money.At the agreed spot, she met Norbert Hetfield, dressed in a dignified suit, looking as kind-hearted as she had imagined.Norbert, grinning from ear to ear, asked, "Wenna, are you totally sure you want to marry my good-for-nothing grandson?"Without hesitation, Morwenna slapped her chest confidently and declared, “Absolutely!”She had thought it through. A favor as big as the ocean deserved a grand gesture in return.Norbert had been funding education in the mountain town for decades, and she was one of the beneficiaries. Such a huge debt of gratitude needed to be repaid.Norbert often complained about his grandson being a complete letdown, a 28-year-old man who wasn’t married, which seemed rather pitiful.She felt a strong need to help Norbert out.After all, many in her village got married after just a brief introduction, so marrying a stranger didn’t seem so unusual to her.Norbert was increasingly pleased with her. He had funded mountain schools and watched her grow up. She was kind, beautiful, clever, and ready to marry his grandson. He decisively announced, “Wenna, if you've already decided, why not get hitched to him right away?”“Today?”“Yeah. What do you think?”Determined not to let his grandson back out after finally agreeing to marry, Norbert saw no point in delaying. They might as well get it done immediately!Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the city hall.Morwenna met Norbert’s so-called worthless grandson, Stuart Hetfield.For a moment, Morwenna was bewildered. Weren’t useless men supposed to be incapable of anything substantial, like the guy back in her village who couldn’t farm or even manage chickens properly?But here was Stuart, unexpectedly handsome.In her entire village, she'd never spotted a man as attractive as him. His hair seemed to have a glow to it, even though he looked a bit moody.Morwenna smiled politely at Stuart.Radiating a 'keep out' vibe, Stuart scrutinized Morwenna with scrutiny and disdain. The woman had managed to get his grandfather to coerce him into marriage.Under Norbert's urging, they walked into the city hall.The clerks could feel Stuart's impatience and hesitantly asked, “Are you sure you want to proceed with the marriage?”Stuart’s icy gaze was enough to send a chill down their spines.Thump! The stamp came down.And just like that, they got marriedStuart grabbed the marriage license and tossed it carelessly to Norbert.It was like ticking off a checklist for him. He turned, got into his car, and slammed the door shut.Caught off guard and fuming, Norbert yelled, "Hold on there, young man! You just got married, and you have a wife now. Are you planning to leave her behind?"Stuart rolled down the window, ignored Norbert's words, and looked coldly at Morwenna. "Remember, this marriage stays under wraps. Don’t blab about us outside. It’s beneath me!"With that, he revved the engine, leaving a puff of exhaust and speeding away before Morwenna could respond.Norbert staggered with anger.Morwenna quickly stepped forward to steady him. "Norbert, are you all right?"Norbert could hardly conceal his embarrassment. He also wanted to ask if Wenna was okay.Coughing slightly to clear his throat, he spoke earnestly, "Wenna, you know the deal with my grandson, don't you? He's tough to deal with and not good at much. You wouldn’t consider divorcing him, would you?"Morwenna immediately assured him, "Of course not, Norbert. No matter how useless he is, I’ll take care of him. We believe in making a marriage work, not in talking of divorce lightly."If the people in their circles knew that someone dared call Stuart, the feared tycoon, useless, they’d be astonished.Norbert looked at Morwenna’s naive and sincere face, feeling like a villain who had tricked a young girl into a dangerous place.Feeling guilty, Norbert decided to secretly transfer the ownership of Stuart’s villa to Morwenna when he got home.Norbert had the driver take Morwenna to the villa where Stuart lived, hoping to give the young couple some space to foster their relationship before they returned to the Hetfield's Homestead.He left in a hurry, intent on hiding the marriage certificate. That way, there’d be no easy way out for Stuart if he ever thought of divorce.…Windcharm Villas was the place where Stuart usually lived.The villa complex wasn’t luxurious, even ordinary, with many preserved historical buildings.But its exclusivity wasn’t about wealth. Living there was a symbol of status.Norbert had left so hurriedly that he forgot to mention Morwenna was Norbert’s wife. The driver dropped Morwenna off at the entrance of Windcharm Villas, not bothering with her luggage, and left.Carrying her bags, Morwenna found her way to Area One.She saw a small yard enclosed by a picket fence with a modest three-story house.It reminded Morwenna of the grandest house in her village, though not as grandly decorated, which comforted her.It seemed the Hetfield family wasn’t as wealthy as she feared, which eased her worries about potential barriers due to wealth.The yard was spacious, perfect for growing flowers someday.Thinking it, Morwenna walked through the yard to the house, took out the key Norbert gave her, and opened the front door.While stepping in, she saw Stuart sitting on the living room couch.Tall and casually elegant, Stuart had left his suit jacket aside, his shirt collar loosely opened, revealing an alluring Adam's apple. A small mole at the corner of his eye lifted as he looked up, every move radiating a lazy aristocracy.Morwenna was struck by his appearance, as splendid as a character from a classic painting.At that moment, Morwenna looked entirely out of place with a large backpack stuffed with belongings.She had brought all her essential items from her college life to save money.She had a timeworn suitcase in her left hand, and in the other, a retro Nokia phone you practically never see around these days. Apart from her pretty face, everything else about her was a mess.The contrast between them couldn't be starker.Feeling a bit nervous, Morwenna smiled sincerely. "Hi Stuart, I’m Morwenna."Looking like a king of his domain confronted by an intruder, Stuart emitted a barely perceptible threat.His mature, icy voice commanded. "Get out!""Get out!" The sharp, undeniable command echoed through the room.Morwenna flinched, her grip tightening on the suitcase she carried. She believed Norbert was probably right - Stuart may not have what it takes to get a wife. He was undoubtedly handsome but far too fierce for most.Yet, she had promised Norbert to take good care of Stuart and couldn't abandon that promise.After a moment of thought, Morwenna spoke earnestly, "I'm a great cook, you know. I'm quite efficient with the housework, too. And I'm good at looking after people."Stuart sat there, his demeanor as cold as icicles hanging from the eaves of houses in a winter village, beautiful but dangerously sharp.But Morwenna wasn't intimidated. As a child, when there were no sweets to eat, she would break off icicles and crunch on them.She wasn't bothered by the coldness, her face a picture of sincerity.Suddenly, Stuart’s phone rang.With a casual movement, he answered the call.Norbert's voice came warning through the phone, "Take good care of Morwenna. She’s now staying at Windcharm Villas, and if you dare turn her away, that woman will never set foot in our family again!"Stuart’s voice deepened. "This is the last time!"After hanging up, he looked at Morwenna with narrowed eyes. "You said you wanted to take care of me?"Morwenna nodded, her gaze inadvertently falling on a small, mesmerizing mole near the corner of Stuart’s eye.Stuart suddenly chuckled, a sound dark and chilling, like a villain eyeing his prey with sharp fangs exposed. “Given you're so stubborn about remaining here, alright, go ahead!”But he didn't make it sound like an easy promise.Challenging Norbert's threats and daring to step into his life, she should be prepared for the consequences.Unaware that this marriage was out of threats from Norbert and Stuart was utterly reluctant, Morwenna saw Stuart's agreement as a positive sign. Her eyes brightened, curving like crescents in pure joy.Stuart’s cold gaze paused unexpectedly.Carrying her luggage, Morwenna stepped into the house. Then she nearly bumped into a man in a floral shirt at the entrance."Mr. Hetfield, who is this beautiful beauty?" the man asked.As she entered, she saw the house wasn’t just home to Stuart. There were other men and women.The living room was full of drinks, and a group gathered around, boisterously enjoying themselves.Around Stuart, though, it seemed as if there was an invisible barrier, with him sitting apart from the rest.When Stuart had spoken earlier, everyone had fallen silent, and since Morwenna had been outside, she hadn’t noticed these people.At the time, a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on her.As Morwenna walked in, the drunk crowd encircled her, sizing her up."Ha, she is special, isn't she? What era is this antique from? Looks so out of place.""How has Mr. Hetfield's taste changed so much? With a pearl-like Adelaide, how could he fancy this plain Jane?""She's pretty, sure, but is she even of age?"Surrounded and mocked by the dressed-up group, Morwenna became the target of their ridicule.Stuart did nothing to stop them, watching indifferently.Emboldened by his lack of action, the crowd became more unrestrained.A regular girl might have crumbled under such scrutiny, feeling inferior and frightened.But not Morwenna. Raised in hardship, she had developed a resilience uncommon to many.Frowning at the crowd, she stated earnestly. "That's rude, you know."Chapter 3"Morwenna, honey, take good care of yourself.""Morwenna, you don't need to give all your scholarship money to Hope Elementary. You're going to college at Rosefrost Hollow, and let me tell you, it’s nothing like our little mountain town. I hear the tuition and living costs are sky-high."The simple-hearted villagers in the secluded mountains were bidding farewell to a lovely young girl.The girl was in the typical attire of a less fortunate young woman, wearing a white T-shirt paired with faded blue jeans.She had her long hair tied back in a high ponytail, and her bright eyes and well-defined nose complemented her delicate, slightly chubby face, making her look charmingly soft and adorable.With a big backpack and various pieces of luggage, Morwenna Winslet boarded the bus heading to the city. She sat by the window, waving at everyone with a radiant smile."See ya, everyone! And please tell Principal Johnson to keep our school going a bit more. The kids can’t miss out on education. As soon as I'm making money, I'll contribute to the school."Having grown up in the mountain town, Morwenna had earned a place at Rosefrost Hollow University and was leaving her rural life behind.With some time left before the semester started, she hurried to Rosefrost Hollow to meet Norbert Hetfield, who had funded her education for years.And incidentally, she was to marry his good-for-nothing grandson.Morwenna took a two-day train ride in economy class to Rosefrost Hollow to save money.At the agreed spot, she met Norbert Hetfield, dressed in a dignified suit, looking as kind-hearted as she had imagined.Norbert, grinning from ear to ear, asked, "Wenna, are you totally sure you want to marry my good-for-nothing grandson?"Without hesitation, Morwenna slapped her chest confidently and declared, “Absolutely!”She had thought it through. A favor as big as the ocean deserved a grand gesture in return.Norbert had been funding education in the mountain town for decades, and she was one of the beneficiaries. Such a huge debt of gratitude needed to be repaid.Norbert often complained about his grandson being a complete letdown, a 28-year-old man who wasn’t married, which seemed rather pitiful.She felt a strong need to help Norbert out.After all, many in her village got married after just a brief introduction, so marrying a stranger didn’t seem so unusual to her.Norbert was increasingly pleased with her. He had funded mountain schools and watched her grow up. She was kind, beautiful, clever, and ready to marry his grandson. He decisively announced, “Wenna, if you've already decided, why not get hitched to him right away?”“Today?”“Yeah. What do you think?”Determined not to let his grandson back out after finally agreeing to marry, Norbert saw no point in delaying. They might as well get it done immediately!Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the city hall.Morwenna met Norbert’s so-called worthless grandson, Stuart Hetfield.For a moment, Morwenna was bewildered. Weren’t useless men supposed to be incapable of anything substantial, like the guy back in her village who couldn’t farm or even manage chickens properly?But here was Stuart, unexpectedly handsome.In her entire village, she'd never spotted a man as attractive as him. His hair seemed to have a glow to it, even though he looked a bit moody.Morwenna smiled politely at Stuart.Radiating a 'keep out' vibe, Stuart scrutinized Morwenna with scrutiny and disdain. The woman had managed to get his grandfather to coerce him into marriage.Under Norbert's urging, they walked into the city hall.The clerks could feel Stuart's impatience and hesitantly asked, “Are you sure you want to proceed with the marriage?”Stuart’s icy gaze was enough to send a chill down their spines.Thump! The stamp came down.And just like that, they got marriedStuart grabbed the marriage license and tossed it carelessly to Norbert.It was like ticking off a checklist for him. He turned, got into his car, and slammed the door shut.Caught off guard and fuming, Norbert yelled, "Hold on there, young man! You just got married, and you have a wife now. Are you planning to leave her behind?"Stuart rolled down the window, ignored Norbert's words, and looked coldly at Morwenna. "Remember, this marriage stays under wraps. Don’t blab about us outside. It’s beneath me!"With that, he revved the engine, leaving a puff of exhaust and speeding away before Morwenna could respond.Norbert staggered with anger.Morwenna quickly stepped forward to steady him. "Norbert, are you all right?"Norbert could hardly conceal his embarrassment. He also wanted to ask if Wenna was okay.Coughing slightly to clear his throat, he spoke earnestly, "Wenna, you know the deal with my grandson, don't you? He's tough to deal with and not good at much. You wouldn’t consider divorcing him, would you?"Morwenna immediately assured him, "Of course not, Norbert. No matter how useless he is, I’ll take care of him. We believe in making a marriage work, not in talking of divorce lightly."If the people in their circles knew that someone dared call Stuart, the feared tycoon, useless, they’d be astonished.Norbert looked at Morwenna’s naive and sincere face, feeling like a villain who had tricked a young girl into a dangerous place.Feeling guilty, Norbert decided to secretly transfer the ownership of Stuart’s villa to Morwenna when he got home.Norbert had the driver take Morwenna to the villa where Stuart lived, hoping to give the young couple some space to foster their relationship before they returned to the Hetfield's Homestead.He left in a hurry, intent on hiding the marriage certificate. That way, there’d be no easy way out for Stuart if he ever thought of divorce.…Windcharm Villas was the place where Stuart usually lived.The villa complex wasn’t luxurious, even ordinary, with many preserved historical buildings.But its exclusivity wasn’t about wealth. Living there was a symbol of status.Norbert had left so hurriedly that he forgot to mention Morwenna was Norbert’s wife. The driver dropped Morwenna off at the entrance of Windcharm Villas, not bothering with her luggage, and left.Carrying her bags, Morwenna found her way to Area One.She saw a small yard enclosed by a picket fence with a modest three-story house.It reminded Morwenna of the grandest house in her village, though not as grandly decorated, which comforted her.It seemed the Hetfield family wasn’t as wealthy as she feared, which eased her worries about potential barriers due to wealth.The yard was spacious, perfect for growing flowers someday.Thinking it, Morwenna walked through the yard to the house, took out the key Norbert gave her, and opened the front door.While stepping in, she saw Stuart sitting on the living room couch.Tall and casually elegant, Stuart had left his suit jacket aside, his shirt collar loosely opened, revealing an alluring Adam's apple. A small mole at the corner of his eye lifted as he looked up, every move radiating a lazy aristocracy.Morwenna was struck by his appearance, as splendid as a character from a classic painting.At that moment, Morwenna looked entirely out of place with a large backpack stuffed with belongings.She had brought all her essential items from her college life to save money.She had a timeworn suitcase in her left hand, and in the other, a retro Nokia phone you practically never see around these days. Apart from her pretty face, everything else about her was a mess.The contrast between them couldn't be starker.Feeling a bit nervous, Morwenna smiled sincerely. "Hi Stuart, I’m Morwenna."Looking like a king of his domain confronted by an intruder, Stuart emitted a barely perceptible threat.His mature, icy voice commanded. "Get out!""Get out!" The sharp, undeniable command echoed through the room.Morwenna flinched, her grip tightening on the suitcase she carried. She believed Norbert was probably right - Stuart may not have what it takes to get a wife. He was undoubtedly handsome but far too fierce for most.Yet, she had promised Norbert to take good care of Stuart and couldn't abandon that promise.After a moment of thought, Morwenna spoke earnestly, "I'm a great cook, you know. I'm quite efficient with the housework, too. And I'm good at looking after people."Stuart sat there, his demeanor as cold as icicles hanging from the eaves of houses in a winter village, beautiful but dangerously sharp.But Morwenna wasn't intimidated. As a child, when there were no sweets to eat, she would break off icicles and crunch on them.She wasn't bothered by the coldness, her face a picture of sincerity.Suddenly, Stuart’s phone rang.With a casual movement, he answered the call.Norbert's voice came warning through the phone, "Take good care of Morwenna. She’s now staying at Windcharm Villas, and if you dare turn her away, that woman will never set foot in our family again!"Stuart’s voice deepened. "This is the last time!"After hanging up, he looked at Morwenna with narrowed eyes. "You said you wanted to take care of me?"Morwenna nodded, her gaze inadvertently falling on a small, mesmerizing mole near the corner of Stuart’s eye.Stuart suddenly chuckled, a sound dark and chilling, like a villain eyeing his prey with sharp fangs exposed. “Given you're so stubborn about remaining here, alright, go ahead!”But he didn't make it sound like an easy promise.Challenging Norbert's threats and daring to step into his life, she should be prepared for the consequences.Unaware that this marriage was out of threats from Norbert and Stuart was utterly reluctant, Morwenna saw Stuart's agreement as a positive sign. Her eyes brightened, curving like crescents in pure joy.Stuart’s cold gaze paused unexpectedly.Carrying her luggage, Morwenna stepped into the house. Then she nearly bumped into a man in a floral shirt at the entrance."Mr. Hetfield, who is this beautiful beauty?" the man asked.As she entered, she saw the house wasn’t just home to Stuart. There were other men and women.The living room was full of drinks, and a group gathered around, boisterously enjoying themselves.Around Stuart, though, it seemed as if there was an invisible barrier, with him sitting apart from the rest.When Stuart had spoken earlier, everyone had fallen silent, and since Morwenna had been outside, she hadn’t noticed these people.At the time, a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on her.As Morwenna walked in, the drunk crowd encircled her, sizing her up."Ha, she is special, isn't she? What era is this antique from? Looks so out of place.""How has Mr. Hetfield's taste changed so much? With a pearl-like Adelaide, how could he fancy this plain Jane?""She's pretty, sure, but is she even of age?"Surrounded and mocked by the dressed-up group, Morwenna became the target of their ridicule.Stuart did nothing to stop them, watching indifferently.Emboldened by his lack of action, the crowd became more unrestrained.A regular girl might have crumbled under such scrutiny, feeling inferior and frightened.But not Morwenna. Raised in hardship, she had developed a resilience uncommon to many.Frowning at the crowd, she stated earnestly. "That's rude, you know."