How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart sat there, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he heard the term 'young mistress' being used to address Morwenna.

Morwenna, oblivious to Stuart's smugness, had reached the end of her rope with Orson. With a resigned sigh, she said, "Let's head to the Windcharm Villas farmers' market." "Sure thing. Please sit tight, young mistress, I'm hitting the road."

The car made its way towards Windcharm Villas.

In half an hour, they arrived, a trip that was significantly faster than Morwenna's usual commute by bus or bike.

The fish stall at the market was just opening, the day's catch yet to be displayed, as Stuart and Morwenna arrived early.

The sight of Stuart caused Mr. White's face to darken. It was as if he didn't even see Morwenna, his gaze fixed intensely on Stuart.

In a swift motion, Mr. White shoved Mrs. White into the shop, disregarding her protests, and pulled down the shutter, facing Stuart alone. "What are you doing here? Do you want to ruin our business again?" Mr. White's voice was charged with anger.

his wife, Mrs. White, dear above all else. Morwenna bit her lip nervously, her

step forward, Stuart bowed deeply under Mr. White's wary gaze, "I came to apologize. I was wrong

was more sincere than Morwenna had

the likes of them, driving fancy cars and flanked by bodyguards, believing money could solve any

the inside as Mrs. White refused to let her husband face any

didn't stop Mrs. White from coming

to the sight

truly sorry for the misunderstanding that caused you harm and danger. I am willing to make amends." Mrs. White, seeing Morwenna's anxious demeanor, quickly interjected, "Let it go,

fond of Morwenna and didn't

face stern, "And how do you plan to make amends? Throw

she feared

with a gentle expression,

not everything could be bought