How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna hopped on the roller coaster, looking around with a curious gaze.

To ensure they were left undisturbed, Barclay and his friends had bought a slew of tickets, ensuring that only they and Morwenna would be seated for this ride.

Everyone was securely fastened into their seats.

Just as the roller coaster was about to launch, Barclay and the others suddenly unbuckled their safety harnesses and dashed off, leaving Morwenna alone in her seat.

She sat there, isolated in the vast coaster.

Barclay and his friends burst into laughter.

“Look at her, sitting there like a lost puppy,” one of them jeered.

“She thought we were here to have fun with her. How can someone be so naive?”

“Let's see how she enjoys the scariest ride in the country with her fear of heights. This will be an unforgettable experience!”

“Dreaming about Adelaide’s guy? She should check if she's even in his league.”

“Quick, get a picture, her eyes are watering, she's gonna cry!”

In reality, Morwenna’s eyes weren’t red, and she wasn’t about to cry.

But her nerves were indeed stretched taut.

Hearing the mockeries, one phrase struck her hard, that was, "fear of heights."Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She turned sharply to Barclay and said, “I’ve never done anything to harm you. I have a serious fear of heights. You shouldn’t be joking about this.”

A severe fear of heights could cause an extreme spike in blood pressure, leading to potentially fatal consequences.

Clearly, Barclay didn’t understand the seriousness of acrophobia.

Hearing these words, he only laughed more cruelly. “Oh, are you scared? Good. Adelaide is such a sweet soul, and you dared to cross her. It’s only right you learn your lesson today.”

Again, it was for Adelaide.

Morwenna didn't know Adelaide all that well, and she didn't care to change that.

Was it really her fault that Adelaide liked Stuart?

Legally, she was Stuart’s wife. There was no wrongdoing there.

Morwenna stopped responding. She knew pleading with Barclay was useless. She tried to call for the staff, only to realize Barclay had sent them away.

Frantically, she tried to unbuckle her safety harness, but in vain.

No one knew how severe her acrophobia was.

As a child, she once went to the mountains to gather herbs and accidentally tumbled down. The mountains back home were steep and she had felt every bruise, unable to move.

She felt her life bleeding out slowly.

As an orphan, she knew no one would come looking if she disappeared.

She would lie there in the remote mountains, slowly bleeding out until death.

That was the first time young Morwenna truly understood fear.

The mountains seemed endlessly tall and she was engulfed in despair.

In her last moments of consciousness, she heard Melvin.

Melvin, who had limped and taught in those mountains for twenty years, was calling her name.

“Morwenna!”

Snapping back to the present, she heard someone calling her name.

A shadow fell beside her, seemingly shielding her from the looming dread and malice.

The mocking voices hushed.

Morwenna saw the man seated next to her clearly.

Stuart? How was Stuart here?

Before she could speak, the roller coaster shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.