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.

to send it to the school,

mall Stuart had once taken her to. The mall was bustling with an

beef, half a chicken, a selection of

He just hated dealing with bones. If she removed them, he would happily eat

budget nearly exhausted, Morwenna passed by

who lacked

Stuart

chicken soup, then moved on

she spent over an hour carefully removing every tiny

the time dinner was ready, it was 6 PM. Stuart still hadn't

come back late as before, without his phone number, Morwenna fretted about whether

a thermal container

he worked at the Hetfield