How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Claude watched Morwenna leave the house.

Suddenly, he realized that studying had its perks after all, it brought Ms. Winslet around. He glanced at the half-eaten plate of pastries on the table, which he usually ignored, picked one up, and took a bite. It was sweet, surprisingly tasty.

Holding a tart in one hand, he dialed his phone with the other, "Get me some books. What kind? I don't know, just a mix of everything."

Morwenna stepped out into the day with a thousand dollars in her pocket. It was a decent amount for a day's work, but not nearly enough. She needed a hundred twenty thousand more to rebuild the local elementary school.

Instead of heading back to Hetfield's Homestead, she wandered around town, hoping to find an evening job.

But jobs were scarce, especially seasonal ones, and even more so for someone who only had evenings free. Standing hesitantly outside a bar, Morwenna debated whether to go in. She'd heard that bartenders made good money, but her conservative upbringing made her wary. Would Melvin, watching from above, disapprove? S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

After a long moment, she decided against it and headed back to Hetfield's Homestead, heavy with thoughts.

was there,

Why was she everywhere?

with her spelled

nothing to do with Stuart. It was just

arm in arm with Yara, announced, "Yara, I'm here to let Stuart know we're throwing a party

gifted her, replied, "Just decide on your own. Considering

smiled, "I still

then, Yara noticed Morwenna at the door and with a gleam in her eye said, "Stuart's resting upstairs. Why don't

cast a warning glance at Yara, who quickly shut

a deep breath,

holding Yara's hand, watched Morwenna

was oblivious to Stuart and Morwenna's marriage. If Stuart chose not to tell,

caused some resentment among them. The eldest grandson of the Hetfield family marrying had many implications, and they had calculated which