How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 27

Morwenna suddenly felt homesick.

As a child, there were times when she didn't even have bread to eat. Once famished, she fainted, only to be found by villagers who occasionally brought her food, saying it was leftovers unwanted, to spare her pride.

Morwenna was always grateful and understood the kindness behind their actions.

She bowed to Mrs. White. “Thank you, Mrs. White.”

With a smile, she carried the still-flapping fish home. Mrs. White was indeed a good soul.

Life was simple and satisfying.

…

Stuart's mood darkened by the day.

He had been ignoring Morwenna for several days.

He couldn't believe Morwenna had no hidden agendas.

He had thought she would seek him out when she came to Windcharm Villas.

But a week had passed, and the girl hadn’t shown up even once.

Could it be she went there to work at a fish shop?

At the time, Stuart was sitting in his office.

His assistant whispered, “On July 7th, Ms. Winslet spent the day gutting fish at the market. The vendor was rude and scolded her fifteen times, and she had bread for lunch and dinner. On July 8th, Ms. Winslet fell off a bike, got yelled at twenty times, and continued with bread. On July 9th, Ms. Winslet stared at a diner's fried eggs for three minutes and got scolded thirteen times, but she finally had fish today...” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Stuart couldn’t believe his ears.

The information painted a picture of her frugality.

What exactly was she up to?

She wouldn’t return to Windcharm Villas and instead chose to work at a fish shop, enduring scolding and bullying day after day. Who was she trying to impress?

If Morwenna knew what Stuart was thinking, she’d want to punch him.

She was too busy to remember his existence, let alone perform for him.

After hearing the report, Stuart ordered indifferently, “Smash that fish shop. Teach them a lesson.”

The assistant bowed. “Yes, sir.”

Stuart wasn't exactly coming to Morwenna's rescue. He just wouldn't stand for anyone messing with his stuff, not even his dog.

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At that moment, Morwenna was at the market, cleaning her apron.

Mr. White had gone to the wholesale market to stock up.

Mrs. White was watching over their shop.

Suddenly, several men in black approached, and without a word, they began to wreak havoc, flipping over the tanks.

Fish scattered everywhere, slapping their tails against the ground.

Mrs. White snapped to her senses, outraged, “Who are you? What the hell are you doing?”

The men didn’t answer but continued their destruction.

With Mr. White not around and Mrs. White unable to stop several large guys by herself, the big guys quickly pushed her to the ground. One of the men raised his foot to kick her.

After hearing the commotion, Morwenna dashed out and saw what was happening. Her face turned grim as she rushed forward, pushing the man away from Mrs. White and shielding her. “Stop right here!”

The attackers snarled at Morwenna. “Stay out of this.”

Facing several large men, Morwenna stood her ground, protecting Mrs. White. "You can't just go around breaking stuff or hurting people!"

If it weren’t for Mrs. White behind her, Morwenna felt ready to take them on despite the odds.

Growing up, Morwenna had always been stronger than most. And she knew she could fend off three or four men.

Mrs. White sat on the ground, speechless, as she watched the young girl standing protectively before her. Mrs. White was known for her sharp tongue and had poor relations with many vendors at the market.

When trouble came, other shop owners only watched, thinking Mrs. White had brought it upon herself.

But Morwenna was always smiling, had helped the vegetable seller wash greens, carried fruit for the old fruit seller and cleaned tables for the neighboring roasted chicken owner.