"Morwenna, honey, take good care of yourself."
"Morwenna, you don''t need to give all your schrship 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 vigers 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.
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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 ce 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 ss 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 pped her chest confidently and dered, “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 oftenined about his grandson being aplete 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 vige 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
dying. They might as well get it done immediately!
Thirty minutester, 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 vige who couldn’t farm or even manage chickens
properly?
But here was Stuart, unexpectedly handsome.
In her entire vige, 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 married