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.

never

unfazed, his tone indifferent as he asked,

Stuart's acceptance. Here in Windcharm Villas, home to the elite of Rosefrost Hollow, residents typically looked down on the likes of those who peddled vegetables and

by getting all the fish into the pond, make sure they have

forward, lifting the

scene, rushed over to help, only to be stopped by Stuart. "Your hand hasn't healed, no

trying to suppress his

Stuart responded, as he emptied the bucket

of the willingness to help; it was Mr. Hetfield who didn't allow

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

pondered, then fell

speak,

him dressed in his suit, preparing to

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