How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart was busy with nothing, but Morwenna had plans for the afternoon anyway.

Lately, she'd been on the hunt for a new job.

Feeling grumpy, Morwenna sat down and buried her head in her plate, eating non-stop.

After a while, she forgot what she was brooding over. The steak was delicious.

Stuart shot a little smirk. Maybe the good grub being enjoyed across the table made his own chow taste a bit better today.

When Morwenna left his place, she was too full.

She glanced back at the house, feeling a mix of emotions.

Did Stuart invite her for lunch on purpose?

His sudden kindness had her feeling uneasy.

Back home, Morwenna pushed thoughts of the enigmatic Stuart aside and resumed her job search.

surprise, despite days of searching and being ready to take

it so hard to land a job

weather in

sat a man in a

the last party who had tried to splatter

no way

too much? Stuart will blame me

foul and disgusting. She's moved out of Windcharm Villas and lives in some crumbling old apartment block. She's poor and plain. Adelaide,

to have a soft

tone was

reassured her, "Don't worry, Adelaide. No man would want a dandelion over a pearl. All these years, everyone knows Stuart has eyes only for you."

must

a small lesson and driving

imagined that her trouble finding a job was

imagination, and she couldn't conceive of the lengths the wealthy could

guys blocked her path as Morwenna was

seen once and recognized them instantly. Sᴇaʀch