How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 207

As soon as Morwenna blurted it out, she regretted it.

Stuart was notoriously picky about his food; he probably wasn't going to be thrilled about the egg.

But Stuart just arched an eyebrow slightly. He didn’t respond, but with a touch of his usual haughtiness, he took a seat on the small stool nearby. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a tiny stool, one Morwenna used to rest on when she was tired.

With Stuart’s long legs folded on it, it almost seemed too small for him, almost beneath his dignity.

Morwenna paused, wondering if this meant he was willing to eat after all.

She peeled the boiled egg and brought it to Stuart’s lips.

Just a plain boiled egg.

Stuart didn’t really like it, but he opened his mouth anyway.

Morwenna had never fed someone like this, hand to mouth, and Stuart ended up biting her finger.

He realized immediately, not biting hard, more like a gentle kiss on Morwenna’s finger.

Morwenna jerked her hand back as if she’d been snapped by a mousetrap, nearly dropping the egg in fright, if not for her deep respect for food.

Stuart looked up at her, his gaze filled with that usual noble aloofness.

With her face flushing and heart racing, Morwenna stammered, “Stuart, I thought you didn’t like boiled eggs.”

She had taken care of Stuart personally before and remembered quite well what he liked and didn’t like.

To her surprise, Stuart simply said, “I’ll eat.”

Morwenna was at a loss for words. She had no choice but to continue feeding Stuart the egg.

The yolk was a bit dry, so she thoughtfully poured him some warm water.

The neighbor, who ran a BBQ joint, came over in a mood for gossip, “Oh, Morwenna, your boyfriend here is quite the looker, handsomer than any celebrity my sister fancies.”

Stuart stood up, the perfect gentleman, and politely said, “Thank you for the compliment.”

The BBQ lady was friendly and chatty, asking, “So, young man, where do you work?”

Normally, no one dared to ask Stuart such personal questions.

But today, Stuart seemed in a good mood and actually replied, “I’m in management at a company.”

“Not bad, I hear big companies have good benefits. You got a car?”

“It serves its purpose.”

“And a house? Where’s your family from? Housing prices in Rosefrost Hollow are sky-high; if you can’t afford it here, you could always earn some money and buy back where you’re from.”

“My family’s old house is in the suburbs of Rosefrost Hollow.”

Stuart wasn’t lying; the Hetfield estate was in a more ecological setting, not quite the city, making the suburbs an acceptable description.

The BBQ lady nodded, “No worries, living in the suburbs ain’t bad. Work hard, young man, and you’ll be able to afford a nice little two-bedroom in the city. Morwenna’s a smart girl, got into Rosefrost University and all. How old are you, by the way?”

“28.”

The BBQ lady exclaimed, “28, huh? That’s a bit older, eight years older than Morwenna, who’s just started college.”

She was blunt, much like she had been when arguing with Mrs. White next door.

At this, Stuart’s expression darkened.

Initially, Stuart thought of Morwenna as too young for him, but was now displeased at someone pointing out their age gap.

Seeing the mood sour, Morwenna quickly intervened, “It’s fine, really, I don’t mind.”

The BBQ lady nodded, “Well, that’s good. Older men are more mature, more caring.”

Stuart’s expression grew even darker.

He might have been older, but he was certainly not more caring in Morwenna’s case.

Worried that Stuart might lose his temper, Morwenna quickly grabbed his hand and made their way to the electric scooter, saying, “We’ve got to get going, he’s got to deliver some fish.”

Only then did the BBQ lady let the topic go.

Stuart found himself being ushered to the electric scooter, beside which were several bags of fish, ready to be delivered.