How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Could it be too early?

The tutoring session was set for the afternoon, though no specific time was mentioned. Morwenna figured since it was already 1 PM, it should count as afternoon. So, she knocked on the door.

The butler, who always seemed to force a smile, answered.

Upon seeing Morwenna, a flicker of genuine joy crossed the butler's face. "Ms. Winslet, you're here! Please, come in."

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Morwenna apologized, "I hope I'm not too early."

"Not at all, not at all. It's perfectly fine."

Why would it be too early? Just yesterday, Claude had inquired about his tutor.

It was the first time he had shown willingness to interact with outsiders. The butler had been astounded.

Had he known Claude would be so receptive, he might have scrapped the weekend breaks in the contract.

Another day without his tutor, Claude would've torn the house down.

Morwenna was puzzled by the butler's enthusiasm but didn't dwell on it. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

was led to the same room

the troubled youth tried anything, she was prepared to dodge. But opening

dimly lit room, Claude sat by the window, with the curtains barely open, peeking through the sliver at

help but feel a twinge of sympathy, understanding why the boy was

his albinism, he had faced too much scrutiny and

his pale gray eyes meeting Morwenna's,

her gaze, he didn't lash

spoke earnestly, "If you want to avoid being restrained, keep calm. You won't be

Claude remained silent.

yet noticed that today the boy showed no intent

"Aren't you here to get paid? Why haven't you

Morwenna

was

from him, Morwenna felt relieved, and

minutes into the lesson, someone knocked and brought in a platter of fruit

head down, not daring

Claude seemed slightly

when he noticed Morwenna eyeing the pastries,

breakfast and, caught up in her morning's tasks, had skipped