How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 205

Indeed, Morwenna couldn't help but notice Stuart's frown deepening.

He towered over the scene before him, observing the floundering fish with the detached curiosity of a god scrutinizing ants.

The thought of Stuart, with his refined demeanor, engaging in the act of killing a fish was beyond Morwenna's imagination.

Mr. White, seeing Stuart’s silent protest, waved his hand dismissively, “If you can’t do it, then off you go. Don’t block my business.”

In the next moment, Stuart surprised everyone by grabbing an apron and tying it around his waist.

The apron, previously adorned by Morwenna with its delicate lace, looked utterly ridiculous on Stuart, more akin to a child’s dress-up than anything else.

Morwenna, who had been worried about a potential clash between Stuart and Mr. White, couldn’t suppress a laugh at the sight.

Orson, who had been watching wide-eyed, couldn’t contain himself and turned away, chuckling.

He had insisted on tagging along, never expecting to witness such a spectacle.

Yet, Stuart seemed unfazed, his tone indifferent as he asked, “What needs to be done?”

Mr. White was taken aback by Stuart’s acceptance. Here in Windcharm Villas, home to the elite of Rosefrost Hollow, residents typically looked down on the likes of those who peddled vegetables and fish, let alone engage in their tasks.

Temporarily dumbstruck, Mr. White finally came to and said, “Start by getting all the fish into the pond, make sure they have enough oxygen, and get everything ready for the customers.”

Stuart strode forward, lifting the heavy bucket filled with fish.

Morwenna, moved by the scene, rushed over to help, only to be stopped by Stuart. “Your hand hasn’t healed, no heavy lifting,” he stated firmly.

Orson, trying to suppress his laughter, offered, “I’ll help then!”