How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 205

Indeed, Morwenna couldn't help but notice Stuart's frown deepening.

He towered over the scene before him, observing the floundering fish with the detached curiosity of a god scrutinizing ants.

The thought of Stuart, with his refined demeanor, engaging in the act of killing a fish was beyond Morwenna's imagination.

Mr. White, seeing Stuart's silent protest, waved his hand dismissively, "If you can't do it, then off you go. Don't block my business." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

In the next moment, Stuart surprised everyone by grabbing an apron and tying it around his waist.

The apron, previously adorned by Morwenna with its delicate lace, looked utterly ridiculous on Stuart, more akin to a child's dress-up than anything else.

Morwenna, who had been worried about a potential clash between Stuart and Mr. White, couldn't suppress a laugh at the sight.

Orson, who had been watching wide-eyed, couldn't contain himself and turned away, chuckling.

along, never

tone indifferent as he asked, "What needs to be

elite of Rosefrost Hollow, residents typically looked down on the likes of those who peddled vegetables and fish, let alone

"Start by getting all the fish into the pond, make sure

strode forward, lifting the heavy bucket filled with

to help, only to be stopped by Stuart. "Your hand hasn't healed, no heavy lifting,"

trying to suppress his laughter,

responded, as he emptied the bucket

really out of the willingness to help;

uneasy, tugged at Mr. White's sleeve, whispering, "Maybe we should let it go. He seems genuinely sorry, no need to make it harder." But Mr. White was unyielding, "Why should we? If Morwenna can do

pondered, then fell

hesitated to speak, but

suit, preparing to deal with the fish felt surreal

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