How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna had only recently moved into Windcharm Villas, but Stuart was oblivious that she hadn’t spent any of his money. When the two headed to the shopping mall, their appearance alone was enough to draw attention.

Stuart looked like a well-heeled executive, his every gesture exuding authority and wealth. In contrast, Morwenna wore her old high school uniform, exuding a sweet, underprivileged charm. Together, they looked like a mismatched pair straight out of a quirky indie film, sparking whispers and stares from passersby.

Yet, neither of them seemed to care. Stuart was indifferent, used to being in the spotlight, while Morwenna figured a few stares wouldn’t cost her anything. She, too, was quietly observing Stuart, finding his recent behavior peculiar. It was odd for someone of his stature, who had always seemed to dislike her and made things difficult, to suddenly soften and join her for something as mundane as grocery shopping.

Stuart pushed the cart while Morwenna made the selections at the shopping mall, their dynamic mimicking that of a long-married couple. Morwenna piled the cart with various items, fresh veggies, meats, and some pricey delicacies that made her wince at the extravagant prices of Rosefrost Hollow. Despite the cost, she threw in an expensive variety of deep-sea fish, thinking of her guest Norbert and Stuart's particular eating habits.

Stuart watched her choices with a hint of mockery. Just days ago, he had learned that she scrimped on essentials like eggs, yet here she was, selecting some of the most expensive items in the mall. He wondered if she was naively trying to impress him or playing the fool. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

When they reached the checkout, the total was nine hundred and eighty dollars. As Stuart reached for his wallet, Morwenna quickly handed the cash to the cashier. She had never spent so much in one go, yet her actions were resolute.

Stuart was stunned. It was the first time a woman had insisted on paying while with him. As Morwenna neatly stored her change and picked up the bags, she looked at him, puzzled. "What’s wrong, Sir? Let’s go!"

Stuart’s gaze turned icy. "Morwenna, you don’t have to pretend to be generous to my face. Just because you pay for groceries doesn’t mean I’ll see you any differently."

Confused by his sudden change in demeanor, Morwenna explained, "I used to buy groceries and cook all the time. I forgot I moved out and didn’t have to look after you anymore. It won’t happen again."

She's always been strapped for cash. If she was cooking for herself, she wouldn't dream of shelling out for these fancy ingredients.

She was just thinking that it's not every day Norbert drops by and knowing how finicky Stuart is about food, she wanted them to enjoy a proper meal.

"Look after me?" Stuart's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Morwenna just nodded.

Stuart was left speechless, his mind racing.

He had assumed Morwenna was living comfortably at Windcharm Villas, unaware she had been looking after him, scrimping and saving to manage. The realization hit him hard, especially remembering the eggless spaghetti she had made for herself. Had Norbert not given her money? It seemed likely, as none of them were ever short on cash.

These rich folks, none of them are starving or anything. Norbert often provided her a lot of stuff, probably everything except actual money.