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.

it to the school, and took out $200

Stuart had once taken her to. The mall was bustling with an array of food and goods on display, but she headed

beef, half a chicken, a selection

just hated dealing with bones. If she removed them, he

passed by

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

to Windcharm Villas, Stuart was not yet

making chicken soup, then moved on to meticulously

were impressive, and she spent over an hour carefully removing every

was ready, it was 6

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

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

worked at the