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.

held his wife, Mrs. White, dear above all else.

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

more sincere than

wealthy elite to apologize to the likes of them, driving fancy cars

shutter was opened from the inside as Mrs. White refused to let her husband

Mr. White didn't stop Mrs.

to the sight of

and danger. I am willing to make amends." Mrs. White, seeing Morwenna's anxious demeanor, quickly interjected, "Let it

White was fond of Morwenna and didn't want her to

how do you plan to make amends? Throw money at us?

was known for his temper, and she feared

gentle expression, nodded in

everything could be bought with