How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart stood by, observing quietly.

With his eyes habitually narrowed, no one could tell what was going through his mind.

The fever reducer worked quickly. Morwenna broke out in a sweat, and her fever began to subside. In her groggy state, she felt like see was seeing Stuart.

When Morwenna regained consciousness, it was already 1 PM the next day. She had slept right through the morning, waking because she was hungry.

Morwenna was tough. Even a high fever that knocked her out didn't keep her down long. After taking the medicine and sleeping off the fever, she was up as if nothing had happened.

She rolled out of bed, dashed to the yard to check on her orchids, and seeing they were all fine, she hurried back inside. Her stomach was growling. The meal from yesterday, a simple spread of three dishes and a soup, had disappeared, presumably cleaned up by someone, which she found a bit regrettable.

She decided to make herself some spaghetti, reluctantly skipping the egg.

She had to economize for Stuart and compensate for the orchids, so she watched every penny.

As Morwenna was cooking the spaghetti, Norbert called.

Norbert asked with concern, "Hey, Wenna, how have you been these days? Has Stuart been treating you well? Anything bothering you, you must tell me, okay?"

of concern, as an orphan, she wasn't used to it. Morwenna felt

to the blurry vision of the previous night,

way. So she answered earnestly, "I'm doing well. Stuart

heartily. "That's great, girl. Thanks for

for anyone to call his grandson

the secret of his grandson's marriage, determined not to let family drama disturb the young

the staircase, watching her.

Stuart's face, Morwenna felt a hint

hit Stuart. On the second, she wrecked his garden,

supposed to compensate for

didn't think he was in the wrong. Her biggest gripe with

Stuart remained silent.

spaghetti and then considering

Stuart, I'm cooking spaghetti. Do you want

had despised yesterday's

surprise, Stuart walked to the