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.

her surprise, despite days of searching and being ready to take any job at a low

so hard to land a job in

under the weather in the Gallagher

a man in a

from the last

as I'm here, there is no way she's getting a job at Rosefrost Hollow," the

Stuart will blame me

the harm? It was my idea, not yours, Adelaide. I heard that maid's been butchering fish at the market. It's foul and disgusting. She's moved out of Windcharm Villas and lives in some crumbling old apartment block. She's poor and plain. Adelaide, you really shouldn't

seems to have a soft spot for

was

want a dandelion over a pearl. All these years, everyone knows Stuart has eyes only

he must protect

maid, a small lesson and driving

that her trouble finding a job was someone's

limited one's imagination, and she couldn't conceive of the lengths the wealthy

blocked her path as Morwenna was

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