How the Ice king Became my Doting Billionaire Husband (Darlin )

Chapter 34 

Stuart was busy with nothing, but Morwenno had plans for the aftemoon anyway. 

Lately, she’d been on the hunt for a new job. 

Feeling grumpy, Morwering sat down and buried her head in her plate, eating non–stop. 

After a while, she forgot what she was brooding over. The steak was delicious 

Stuart shot a little smirk. Maybe the good grub being enjoyed across the table made his own chow taste a bit better today. 

When Morwenna left his place, she was too full. 

She glanced back at the house, feeling a mix of emotions. 

Did Stuart invite her for lunch on purpose? 

His sudden kindness had her feeling uneasy. 

Back home, Monwenna pushed thoughts of the enigmatic Stuart aside and resumed her job search. 

But to her surprise, despite days of searching and being ready to take any job at a low wage, no one wanted her. 

Morwenna felt discouraged. Was it so hard to land a job in the big city? 

Meanwhile, Adelaide was under the weather in the Gallagher family, taking her medicine. 

Across from her sat a man in a floral shirt. 

If Morwenna were there, she’d recognize him as the man from the last party who had tried to splatter her with his drink. 

“Adelaide, as long as I’m here, there is no way she’s getting a job at Rosefrost Hollow,” the man said. 

“Barclay, is this too much? Stuart will blame me if he finds out.” 

“What’s the harm? It was my idea, not yours, Adelaide. I heard that maid’s been butchering fish at the market. It’s foul and disgusting. She’s moved out of Windcharm Villas and lives in some crumbling old apartment block. She’s poor and plain. Adelaide, you really shouldn’t worry about her.” 

“But… Stuart seems to have a soft spot for her.” 

Adelaide’s tone was sad and fragile. 

Concerned, Barclay reassured her, “Don’t worry, Adelaide. No man would want a dandelion over a pearl. All these years, everyone knows Stuart has eyes only for you.” 

Adelaide smiled tenderly. 

Barclay thought he must protect Adelaide’s smile. 

As for that maid, a small lesson and driving her away would suffice. 

Morwenna never imagined that her trouble finding a job was someone’s doing. 

Poverty limited one’s imagination, and she couldn’t conceive of the lengths the wealthy could go. 

Several guys blocked her path as Morwenna was returning home after delivering fish. 

She had a good memory. She hardly forgot people she had seen once and recognized them instantly. 

They were the same group she’d met at Stuart’s house during that party, led by the man in the floral shirt who had tried to douse her with 

drink and had kicked her suitcase. 

He was dressed in another pattemed floral shirt with matching trousers, looking like a walking bouquet. 

Morwenna looked around to see if there were any witnesses in case things got rough. 

But Barclay restrained his usual arrogant demeanor this time, wearing a broad smile as he said, “Morwenna, right? We had a bit of a misunderstanding at the party. We came to hang out with you!” 

“Huh?” Morwenna blinked. 

Hang out with her? 

She remembered his attitude from last time and couldn’t believe he genuinely wanted to hang out for fun with her 

Simple folks might not understand many things but often have a gut feeling about others‘ intentions. 

Morwenna shook her head in refusal. “Sony, I’m not interested. I’ve got things to do.”