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.

save $800, planning to send it to the school, and took out $200 to treat

The mall was bustling with an array of food and goods on display, but she

beef, half a chicken, a

He just hated dealing with bones.

by the eggs

of the children in the mountains who lacked

to Windcharm Villas, Stuart was not

chicken soup, then moved on to meticulously preparing the

were impressive, and she spent over

the time dinner was ready, it

back late as before, without his phone number, Morwenna

into a thermal container and headed out, planning to deliver it to Stuart at

he worked at the