How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 8

As midday approached, with her stomach rumbling, Morwenna tucked into what was essentially a brunch.

She felt replete and satisfied, and her mood greatly improved.

She went to the yard, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work.

Weeding and tilling the soil was no challenge for her.

The yard was lovely and spacious, although overrun with weeds.

Growing up in the mountains, Morwenna viewed anything that wasn’t a colorful flower or a crop as a weed.

Weeds could hinder crop growth and had to be removed.

So, she diligently pulled out all the verdant weeds and tidied up the entire yard.

She knew Stuart was testing her patience, but she wasn’t scared.

Norbert had warned her about Stuart's temper, and she felt she should be more patient with her husband.

After several hours of hard work, Morwenna called Zoe to find the only local supermarket in her area.

The market was in District 8, preserved at the demand of local elders.

Holding her groceries and eyeing the dwindling cash in her purse, Morwenna knew she needed a job.

She was responsible for buying groceries and cooking for Stuart. Given the high cost of living in Rosefrost Hollow and Stuart’s pampered nature, her funds were insufficient.

Since she lived in Stuart’s house and used his furniture, she thought it was only fair for her to handle the groceries and cooking.

They were married, after all, and sharing household expenses was a natural part of that partnership.

Feeling like she was getting the better end of the deal, she resolved to earn money and treat Stuart to better meals.

Walking up to a fishmonger, she eagerly inquired, “Excuse me, sir, are you hiring someone to help with fish?”

The fish guy glanced up, somewhat surprised. "Sure, but you seem a bit too delicate for this kind of tough stuff, don't you think?"

Ten minutes later, the fishmonger watched in awe as Morwenna skillfully filleted a carp.

“If you want, I can slice them thinner,” she offered.

“That’s, um, that’s fine. But you know, the pay isn’t great here. Four thousand a month. Would you take that?”

“Absolutely! I’m more than willing!”

"Okay then, you're on from next Monday."

Morwenna left the fishmonger with a bounce in her step. The job was close to home and wouldn’t interfere with her duties to Stuart.