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.

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Why was she everywhere?

encounter with her

had nothing to do

arm with Yara, announced, "Yara, I'm here to let Stuart know

gifted her, replied, "Just decide on your own. Considering your bond with Stuart, he probably

smiled, "I

said, "Stuart's resting upstairs. Why don't you go up? Have a chat, just

a warning glance at Yara, who

a deep breath,

still holding Yara's hand, watched Morwenna as

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

somewhat entertained by the drama. Morwenna's sudden integration had caused some resentment among them. The eldest grandson of the Hetfield family marrying