How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna looked down, her voice barely above a whisper. "It does hurt quite a bit."

Stuart was close enough to catch the scent of antiseptic mixed with her natural fragrance, which overwhelmed his senses.

He felt an inexplicable wave of fatigue wash over him.

What was the reason? Was it just the smell?

Perhaps taking her home would reveal more.

Recently, Morwenna's demeanor toward him had subtly shifted.

But Stuart was getting antsy about the slow progress. He was never the type to patiently baby someone along.

After treating Morwenna's wound, Stuart said, "Grandpa's coming over for dinner tonight. You should come to Windcharm Villas."

At the mention of Norbert, Morwenna's eyes softened.

She nodded immediately. "Okay, I'll pick up some groceries later and head over."

as they reached Windcharm

for dinner tonight." Norbert was momentarily confused. His grandson actually invited him for dinner? Didn't he usually prefer him at a

response, Stuart asked irritably, "So, you coming over or what?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

"Yes, I'll be there."

to

was busy looking after Mrs. White after their fish shop had been

back into water tanks by helpful

like a broken table, some damaged oxygen equipment, and several dead fish. The loss wasn't huge, but she wondered who would do such a

up, she tended

o'clock, Mr. White returned

gratitude. "Morwenna, thank you so much. Once my wife leaves the hospital, we'll properly thank you. It's too much for one person. Let's close the shop for a

hesitated, "But there are still

"No worries. We'll give them to everyone here as a thank-you for their help today.

and closed the fish shop, Mr. White rushed back

could I get an advance on my salary? Just

much, maybe just eating

over, she had promised to bring

off, embarrassed at asking for an advance