How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna quickly composed herself and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson. I borrowed the money fairly and squarely."

But Johnson wasn't buying it. "Who loaned it to you? You're fresh off the boat in the big city. Who'd give you that much cash?"

Stuart listened quietly. His expression was not as stern as before.

Many people didn't care where the money was from as long as they got it.

But Johnson was different. He kept asking about the origin of the money, concerned that Morwenna might be led astray or taken advantage of.

Morwenna was momentarily at a loss for words. She hadn't told everyone back home about her marriage.

Then, an idea struck her. "Norbert lent me the money, the same Norbert who has been funding the education of our village kids over the years. You can relax, Mr. Johnson."

After saying that, Morwenna blushed. She disliked lying, even if it was a white lie.

If Johnson were with her, he might have seen through her fabrication.

sighed with relief. "Wenna, dear, he's already done so much for us. And he's now lending us money, too. We'll help you pay it back." Morwenna

you two handmade silk quilts. One is for you and one for Norbert. The bean crop was good this year. I've dried some and will send them along with other things." Morwenna's mood softened

minutes, she finally

didn't want Mr. Johnson to worry, so I said Norbert lent me the money. I'll give you one of those silk

and asked, "Do

shook her head,

your phone then,"

Morwenna handed over her

slipped

urge to ask for it back but then thought better of it, assuming Stuart probably wasn't interested in her old phone. Why did

led Morwenna back to the Hetfield's

hospital, she suddenly

Norbert raised an eyebrow when he

went straight