How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The air was silent in the kitchen as neither Morwenna nor Stuart wanted to talk. They were playing a part, after all.

Stuart leaned against the doorway, observing Morwenna as she cooked.

Morwenna was making some classic, home-style dishes.

She kicked things off by scrubbing the beef clean, getting it ready for a hearty beef stew. After that, she swiftly diced up some onions.

With precise skill, she then seasoned the fish nicely, gave it a solid ten-minute marinate before frying it.

Her thoroughness was evident in how she washed the vegetables three times over.

Her chopping was quick and precise. She cooked with a seriousness born from past hardships, a profound respect for food that made her momentarily forget about the man watching her from the doorway. Watching her busy form, Stuart felt an absurd pang of guilt for his past behavior.

Was this girl really that good at pretending?

When Morwenna finished cooking and was about to serve the dishes, she nearly bumped into Stuart.

that Stuart took his role so seriously, standing there watching her cook for

nodded at Stuart as she proceeded

a beef stew, fried fish, green beans, and roasted potatoes, all simple, comforting home-cooked

softly, "Norbert, I've made some simple dishes. Please, have a taste and see if you like

took a bite and nodded in satisfaction, "Wow, impressive, far surpasses anything my home chef ever whipped up! Stuart,

at the dining table stiffened slightly

tensed up, fearing Stuart might slip

around the dining table

his gaze deep, and agreed,

Stuart's cooperation, Morwenna breathed a sigh of

smiled contentedly, satisfied with

arrangement just days ago,

was for his grandfather's sake or their relationship was improving, it was

he wanted to watch

agreed to join