How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The butler didn't dare enter.

Otherwise, he would have caught a glimpse of the young master, holding a mirror and examining the small black marks scattered like ink spots across his ghostly pale face. Morwenna waited patiently on the other side.

Soon, the butler returned with a long-term contract in hand.

Thinking of the salary, Morwenna struggled to contain her smile, her usually stern face softening.

The butler was much more polite this time, "Ms. Winslet, today's already Thursday. You can start next Monday."

Being addressed as Ms. Winslet made Morwenna feel a bit shy.

She thought about mentioning she was free the next day, Friday, but the butler had already set the start date for Monday. Pleased, Morwenna signed the contract and received her pay for the day.

She didn't use online payment methods and was handed $1,000 in cash, which brought a smile to her face.

school, and took

shopping mall Stuart had once taken her to. The mall was bustling with an array of food and goods

beef, half a chicken, a

she'd realized that Stuart didn't dislike fish. He just hated dealing with bones. If she removed

passed by the eggs but decided against buying

thought of the children in the mountains who lacked even basic meals and decided

Villas, Stuart was not yet

chicken soup, then moved on to

and she spent over an hour carefully removing

ready, it was

without his phone number, Morwenna fretted about whether he had managed to eat on

act, she packed the warm meal into a thermal container and headed out, planning to deliver it to Stuart

he worked at the Hetfield