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."

gotten into you today, splurging

swelling in her chest, Morwenna replied, "I'm cooking

piqued, "Do tell! Who's caught your eye? What does he look like? What's his

sick? He's the one. Handsome, works a corporate leadership role, comes from a wealthy family, and

and she could tell that the man Morwenna described was from a different world. He seemed too sophisticated for

tactful, Mrs. White said, "Didn't I hear you call him 'sir'

we are different; he's way out of my league. Anyway, Mrs. White, I'll take this three-and-a-half-pound fish. I'll leave the money in the basket and head home." "Morwenna, wait-" Mrs. White wanted

of this world, out of Morwenna's world at least. She's concerned the girl might be taken advantage of. Morwenna

was there, asleep in a deck chair with a book on his lap. Morwenna draped a blanket over Norbert,

meal, she noticed Norbert seemed to be sweating in his sleep. She sat down beside him, gently fanning

and she even knitted a scarf for Norbert. Now, it was sweltering again. Norbert disliked air conditioning, claiming it gave