How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart stood by, observing quietly.

With his eyes habitually narrowed, no one could tell what was going through his mind.

The fever reducer worked quickly. Morwenna broke out in a sweat, and her fever began to subside. In her groggy state, she felt like see was seeing Stuart.

When Morwenna regained consciousness, it was already 1 PM the next day. She had slept right through the morning, waking because she was hungry.

Morwenna was tough. Even a high fever that knocked her out didn't keep her down long. After taking the medicine and sleeping off the fever, she was up as if nothing had happened.

She rolled out of bed, dashed to the yard to check on her orchids, and seeing they were all fine, she hurried back inside. Her stomach was growling. The meal from yesterday, a simple spread of three dishes and a soup, had disappeared, presumably cleaned up by someone, which she found a bit regrettable.

She decided to make herself some spaghetti, reluctantly skipping the egg.

She had to economize for Stuart and compensate for the orchids, so she watched every penny.

As Morwenna was cooking the spaghetti, Norbert called.

Norbert asked with concern, "Hey, Wenna, how have you been these days? Has Stuart been treating you well? Anything bothering you, you must tell me, okay?"

Caught off guard by the rare show of concern, as an orphan, she wasn't used to it. Morwenna felt a bit overwhelmed.

Thinking back to the blurry vision of the previous night, Stuart had taken care of her while she was sick.

To Morwenna, a little kindness went a long way. So she answered earnestly, "I'm doing well. Stuart hasn't been mean. He's a good person."

Hearing that, Norbert laughed heartily. "That's great, girl. Thanks for looking after Stuart."

Norbert was genuinely happy. It was rare for anyone to call his grandson a good person.

It reassured Norbert to keep the secret of his grandson's marriage, determined not to let family drama disturb the young couple.

After a few more words with Norbert, Morwenna hung up, only to see Stuart standing at the bottom of the staircase, watching her. She got a bit of shock, almost dropping her phone into the spaghetti. "Stuart, you... you didn't go to work today?"

Noticing a bruise still on Stuart's face, Morwenna felt a hint of guilt.

It had only been two days since she moved into Windcharm Villas. On her first day, she hit Stuart. On the second, she wrecked his garden, and yet, he had taken care of her while she was ill.

In Morwenna's eyes, she was supposed to compensate for the damage she had caused.

Even if Stuart was surly, she didn't think he was in the wrong. Her biggest gripe with Stuart was probably just the waste of food.

Stuart remained silent.

Looking at her spaghetti and then considering the time, Morwenna spoke again.

"Um, Stuart, I'm cooking spaghetti. Do you want some?"

She didn't expect Stuart to accept, considering he had despised yesterday's meal as something not even a dog would eat.

To her surprise, Stuart walked to the dining table and sat down.

Morwenna was shocked. Was he going to eat?

So, she cooked more spaghetti.

After a thought, she fried an egg for Stuart.

The plate of spaghetti, garnished with green veggies and topped with a fried egg, was nothing like the fancy dishes Stuart usually ate.

Stuart took a bite, paused, and found it unexpectedly delicious.

Morwenna watched him cautiously. Seeing him eat with his fork, she finally relaxed.

She started eating her meal, which had no egg.

Stuart noticed but didn't think much of it, assuming she didn't like eggs.

He never imagined that someone might skimp on an egg to save money.