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."

What's gotten into you today, splurging on fish?" Mrs. White

her chest, Morwenna replied,

Who's caught your eye? What does he look like? What's

"Remember the guy who drove us to the hospital when you were sick? He's the one. Handsome, works a corporate leadership role, comes from

could tell that the man

to be tactful, Mrs. White said, "Didn't I hear you call

a joke. Yeah, 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 to say more, but struggled to find

Morwenna, knowing how naive she could be. The man looked so out of this world, out of Morwenna's 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

Homestead, 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

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

spell of rain had them wearing sweaters, and she even knitted a scarf for Norbert. Now, it was sweltering again.