How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna's heart raced.

Stuart had asked her to go home. Was he still staying in the Hetfield's Homestead? Why did Stuart want her back? Had he stopped caring about Adelaide?

Her mind was racing with questions.

The new caregiver had started working. She was incredibly professional, adept in nursing skills and patient care, patient and kind. Watching her, Morwenna felt there was no reason for her to stay any longer.

She glanced at Keira.

Keira hated to see Morwenna leave but could see the exhaustion in Morwenna's eyes. With a capable caregiver around, she wouldn't hold Morwenna back.

Keira softly said, “Wenna, go deal with your issues. The new caregiver will take good care of me. I had a great day today. I'll call you later, okay?”

Finally, Morwenna nodded. “Okay then, I guess I should get going now.”

Suddenly, Keira took a hairpin off her hair and handed it to Morwenna. “Here... I want you to have it.”

Morwenna frowned. She had told Keira not to try to please her with gifts.

Keira quickly added, “You’ve taken such good care of me these days. I won’t pay you a salary, so please, take this hairpin as a gift. I hope you’ll accept it.”

Hearing that, Morwenna couldn’t refuse any longer and accepted the hairpin.

Keira felt a bit relieved. The hairpin was studded with gems and was quite valuable, hoping it might help solve Morwenna's financial troubles.

Unaware of its actual value, Morwenna waved goodbye to Keira and left.

Without a job for the evening, she had to find another one soon. She desperately needed money.

The holidays were only two months. Tutoring could earn Morwenna about two thousand a month, totaling four thousand for two months. Working at a fish market might earn about four hundred a month, but after an advance of two hundred plus, she’d have over five hundred left. Factoring in her expenses like bus fares, she'd barely scrape together around four thousand.

She was still far short of the twelve thousand needed for the new school project.

Money was all Morwenna could think about as she aimlessly wandered the streets, also dreading the thought of facing Stuart back in the Hetfield's Homestead.

Was he there? The thought of possibly seeing Stuart made her feel conflicted.

Lost in these thoughts, Morwenna found herself outside a bar that was hiring.

Seeing the customers, she hesitated again. She needed the money.

The bar seemed rough, but it might be okay if she kept her wits about her.

With a determined clench of her teeth and a steely expression, Morwenna walked into the bar.

The next moment, someone grabbed her wrist firmly.

Startled, Morwenna turned sharply, ready to confront a drunken patron, but instead, it was Stuart.

What was going on with Stuart lately? Wasn't he busy with work?

Why did it feel like she was always running into him?

Stuart gripped her wrist so tightly that it hurt.

His mature and dangerously seductive voice carried a warning edge. “Morwenna, what are you doing here? Thinking of indulging in the nightlife like these people?”

Morwenna immediately retorted, “No, I was seeing if I could get a job here.” NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Stuart scoffed, “A job in a bar?”

Morwenna bit her lip, feeling guilty. She knew the bar was messy, but she was desperate for money.

If she didn't raise the funds soon, the school in the mountains would open late this year. She had to gather the money quickly.

Seeing Morwenna silent, Stuart seemed to be holding back anger.