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

Chapter 25 

Morwenna was one to respond better to kindness than to confrontation. 

If Stuart went head–to–head with her, she wouldn’t back down. 

But since Stuart had swallowed his pride and apologized, she figured she could let the past be the past 

It was because Stuart was Norbert’s grandson, and she had a higher tolerance for Stuart than most 

Stuart breathed a sigh of relief, his lips curving slightly. “Come back with me to Windcharm Villas.” 

He only had one purpose for being there, which was to take her back. 

He didn’t have any affection for this girl or enjoy dealing with this annoying situation. Apologizing was merely a means to an end. 

It was easier than Fletcher had made it seem. 

However, the next moment, Morwenna shook her head. 

“Sir, I won’t go back with you. I’ve rented a place here. I didn’t know you were forced into this marriage. I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused during this time. I know you can’t stand me, and I’ll bring up the divorce talk with Norbert when the time is right.” 

Morwenna was remarkably calm. 

She no longer needed to foster any marital connection with Stuart. She could look at him with complete tranquility. 

It was like looking at a movie star on a poster, which was pleasant to the eye but irrelevant to her. 

Stuart’s smile tumed icy. 

Morwenna sensed the man opposite her might be angry, but his moods were so erratic that it was hard to tell. Sometimes, his smiles were angry, too. 

Morwenna said a bit nervously, “Sir, anything else? If not, I continue my meal.” 

Stuart’s tone was chilly. “No.” 

Morwenna smiled, waved at him, and then unhesitatingly closed the door 

Stuart stood at the doorway, his face clouded over, staring at the firmly shut door, 

Suddenly, he felt impatient with these emotional games. 

He wanted to knock her out and take her away. 

The next day was Monday. It was Morwenna’s first day at her new job. 

At six in the morning, she took the bus heading toward Windchanm Villas, not to see Stuart but to work at the Windchamn Villas District B Supermarket as a fishmonger, 

Stuart’s neighborhood was somewhat remote. She had to switch buses twice and walk for over ten minutes to reach her destination. 

The market was opening. 

Mr. White, the fish vendor, was moving buckets of fish into the oxygen tanks. 

Morwenna was about to step forward to help. 

A middle–aged woman with gloves on shouted at her, “You must be Morwenna. Why are you so late to work at the market? From now on, you need to be here by six, waiting at the door. Now, go and pop these fish into the oxygen tanks, and be careful not to spill water everywhere!” 

Morwenna was shocked by the scolding. 

Mr. White quickly intervened, “Those buckets are too heavy for a young girl. I’ll handle it.” 

With her gloves still dopping, the woman twisted Mr. White and sald discontentedly, “What are you doing? I’m paying her to work, so she should do it. If she can’t handle it, she shouldn’t be here.” 

Mr. White tried to argue back. 

Morwenna quickly stepped forward. “I do it. I can manage.” 

The woman huffed and went off to mop the floor. 

Mr White apologetically said to Morwenna, Don’t mind her. That’s my wife. She’s tough on the outside but soft ba the Inside” 

Chapter 25 

Morwenna eamestly nodded. “It’s okay. I won’t take it to heart.” 

She truly didn’t mind. Since she could tolerate Stuart with his odd temper, this was nothing. 

Besides, she needed the job. 

Mr. White sighed, not wanting to be harsh on the young girl. 

Morwenna effortlessly picked up the heavy bucket the next minute and poured the f