How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The butler didn't dare enter.

Otherwise, he would have caught a glimpse of the young master, holding a mirror and examining the small black marks scattered like ink spots across his ghostly pale face.

Morwenna waited patiently on the other side.

Soon, the butler returned with a long-term contract in hand.

Thinking of the salary, Morwenna struggled to contain her smile, her usually stern face softening.

The butler was much more polite this time, “Ms. Winslet, today’s already Thursday. You can start next Monday.”

Being addressed as Ms. Winslet made Morwenna feel a bit shy.

She thought about mentioning she was free the next day, Friday, but the butler had already set the start date for Monday.

Pleased, Morwenna signed the contract and received her pay for the day.

She didn’t use online payment methods and was handed $1,000 in cash, which brought a smile to her face.

She decided to save $800, planning to send it to the school, and took out $200 to treat Stuart to some nourishing food.

Morwenna visited the shopping mall Stuart had once taken her to. The mall was bustling with an array of food and goods on display, but she headed straight for the grocery section.

She picked up some beef, half a chicken, a selection of vegetables, and finally, a fish.

Recently, she’d realized that Stuart didn’t dislike fish. He just hated dealing with bones. If she removed them, he would happily eat fish. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

With her budget nearly exhausted, Morwenna passed by the eggs but decided against buying any.

She thought of the children in the mountains who lacked even basic meals and decided to save where she could.

Returning to Windcharm Villas, Stuart was not yet home.

Morwenna started by making chicken soup, then moved on to meticulously preparing the fish.

Her knife skills were impressive, and she spent over an hour carefully removing every tiny bone.

By the time dinner was ready, it was 6 PM. Stuart still hadn’t returned.

Worried he might come back late as before, without his phone number, Morwenna fretted about whether he had managed to eat on time.

Deciding to act, she packed the warm meal into a thermal container and headed out, planning to deliver it to Stuart at work.

She knew he worked at the Hetfield Group.

Arriving at the towering building, she paused, overwhelmed.

Was this Norbert’s empire?

Every time she thought she understood the Hetfield family, the next revelation would astonish her further. The status of the Hetfield family seemed unreachable.

How could she and Stuart ever be a couple?

Approaching the lobby, she saw a security guard moving towards her.

Recalling Stuart’s wish to keep their marriage a secret, fearing it might embarrass him, she quickly turned and hurried away.

Though she had done nothing wrong, she couldn’t bear to be seen openly.

Holding the thermal container, Morwenna stood unsure of her next move.