How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna had no clue that Stuart was awake.

She couldn't resist touching that little mole at the corner of Stuart's eye, feeling utterly delighted.

She tiptoed around while getting ready for the day, convinced she hadn't disturbed Stuart, and left for the market in a cheerful spirit.

Her good mood seemed to add vigor to her work, making the chopping of fish bones even louder.

After work, Morwenna stood by the fishpond at Mrs. White's market stall.

"Mrs. White, I'll take a fish today."

any you like. What's gotten into you today, splurging on

her chest, Morwenna replied, "I'm cooking for someone

"Do tell! Who's caught your eye? What does he look

when you were sick? He's the one. Handsome, works a corporate leadership role,

had seen many faces in her life, and she could tell that the man Morwenna described was from

"Didn't I hear you call him 'sir' last time? You

White, I'll take this three-and-a-half-pound fish. I'll leave the

world at least. She's concerned the girl might be taken advantage of. Morwenna didn't think so. Stuart was gorgeous; if one of them was to be

Stuart had already left, and the rest of the Hetfield family were out. Only Norbert was there, asleep in a deck chair with a book on his lap. Morwenna draped a blanket over Norbert, then went to the kitchen to store the fish, planning to prepare it fresh for dinner. After enjoying the lunch left by the cook, she realized since it was the weekend, she had the

to be sweating in his sleep. She sat down beside him, gently fanning him with a

unpredictable. July should be hot, but a recent spell of rain had them wearing sweaters, and she even knitted a scarf for Norbert. Now, it was sweltering again. Norbert disliked air conditioning, claiming it