How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna picked up an eclair from the plate.

"Yum, it's delicious."

Seeing her enjoyment, Claude asked, "Would you like another one?"

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Claude, with a quizzical expression, pushed the entire plate of pastries towards her.

After munching on a few, Morwenna patted her belly, which had stopped rumbling.

Feeling a bit embarrassed to eat more, she cheerfully said, "Thanks for the pastries, they're really good. Let's get back to the lesson, shall we? I'll make up for the time lost, after all, we did agree on a fee, and take my professional ethics seriously."

Claude suddenly cut her off, "Ms. Winslet, what's the point of me learning all this?"

Morwenna paused, her gaze shifting from the book to Claude.

Claude met her eyes.

vision is impaired. My immune system is compromised, and I have various complications. My lungs are slowly fibrosing irreversibly. I frequently suffer from

stared wide-eyed at the young man in

about albinism, thinking it was just about having pale skin.

like an angel, wouldn't

seemed he was seriously asking her about

a long silence, she replied

sick, and no matter how

the money for his treatment to help several orphans with their living and schooling. I once asked him why, and he said that if he couldn't achieve his grand ideals, he'd

continued, "Ms. Winslet, are you suggesting I use

her head, "No, what I mean is, don't worry about how long you have, just do what you find meaningful as long as you are

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in books, and maybe by reading,

"Seriously?"

then added, "Tomorrow, I'll bring

eyes looked into Morwenna's, as if seeing into

long

smile seemed to hide