How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna quickly shook her head, dismissing the thought.

No, no, no, Stuart wouldn't be into her.

Stuart had mentioned that his marriage was an arrangement without love.

She couldn't figure out why Stuart had changed, but thanks to him, she no longer had to eat the same bland bread every day.

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The fish shop at the market reopened, and Morwenna resumed her work.

After her return, Mrs. White stopped nitpicking and yelling at Morwenna, though she became somewhat awkward.

Having finished her morning chores, Morwenna found herself idly daydreaming.

Seeing that, Mrs. White suddenly proposed, “Morwenna, it's quiet in the afternoons, and it’s dull with too many of us around. How about this? From now on, you deliver the fish ordered by guests at Windcharm Villas by eleven, and then you can clock out.”

Most of the market shoppers were elderly locals who preferred to buy their groceries early in the morning, leaving the place deserted by ten.

Initially, Morwenna had taken the job as a fishmonger because Mr. White said it allowed for flexibility, which she thought would help her care for Stuart.

But Stuart had kicked her out before she started, so she stopped worrying about her work hours.

And now, with the afternoons free, she could possibly pick up another part-time job!

That would mean extra money to send back to the school in the mountains.

“Seriously?” Morwenna asked, surprised.

Mrs. White nodded. “When have I ever lied?”

Morwenna thought about the time Mrs. White had shorted someone two ounces on a fish sale.

Morwenna kept these thoughts to herself, smiled brightly, and said, “Thanks, Mrs. White.”

Mrs. White grumbled awkwardly, “No need to thank me. Just be polite when you deliver the fish and don’t upset the customers.”

“Will do!”

Morwenna hopped on Mr. White’s electric scooter to deliver the fish. Spanning districts one through twelve, Windcharm Villas was neither too large nor too small.

Within two days, Morwenna had gotten to know the area well.

On her first day, she helped a cat in District Four give birth to six kittens.

The following day, she advised a young woman in District Six about her nutrient-deficient grapevines.

In District Twelve, she always brought an extra handful of fish bladders to a grumpy old gentleman who complained about underweight deliveries, which kept him from grumbling.

Morwenna spotted an order at the time.

District One? Stuart!

But Stuart didn’t love fish, did he? Was it his way of needing something from her?

Morwenna quickly rode to District One.

Zoe answered the door.

“Ms. Winslet, Mr. Hetfield has been expecting you.”

“What does he need me for?”

Zoe smiled and said nothing.

Morwenna felt her guess must be right. Stuart didn’t love fish, so he must have ordered it as a pretext to see her.

As Morwenna entered the house, she saw Stuart sitting at a dining table with dishes, looking nothing like a man with a problem.

Morwenna swallowed hard, wondering if Stuart could finish all that food himself.

Sensing her thoughts, Stuart said, “Sit down and join me for lunch.”

Morwenna shook her head, resisting the temptation. “Thanks, but no. I’ve delivered the fish. Is there anything else? If not, I should be heading back.”

Without lifting his eyes, Stuart elegantly continued eating. “Stay and finish lunch with me, or I'll complain about the fish you delivered.”

“You...”

He would complain just because she refused to join him for lunch? How could he do that?

She had thought Stuart needed her for something important, but it turned out he just wanted to tease her.