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.

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Morwenna was ready for anything. If the troubled youth tried anything, she was prepared to dodge. But opening the door this time, all was

sat by the window, with the curtains barely open, peeking through the sliver at the

twinge of sympathy, understanding why the

he had faced too much

turned, his pale gray eyes meeting Morwenna's, as if she were part

her gaze, he didn't lash out or become

restrained, keep calm.

Claude remained silent.

noticed that today the boy showed no intent

desk, his eyes still on Morwenna. "Aren't you here to get

reality, Morwenna replied, "Oh yes,

was in a

Morwenna felt relieved, and her tone during the lesson was

lesson, someone knocked and brought in a platter of fruit

their head down, not daring to

Claude

eyeing the

and, caught up in her