How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna walked with her head held high, unaffected by the stares she received. Boasting a kind of poverty pride, she saw thrift as a virtue, not a problem. Upon encountering the butler, Morwenna greeted him with a smile, "Hello."

The butler, snapping out of his momentary daze, replied, "Ms. Winslet, welcome! Please, come in."

This time, Morwenna didn't need anyone to show her the way and made her way to Claude's room on her own.

As she stepped inside, she noticed an immediate change. The room, still dimly lit, now housed a massive bookshelf brimming with books, resembling a private library.

Holding only three books in her hand, Morwenna suddenly felt rather sheepish about her modest offering.

Claude, noticing her arrival, greeted her warmly, "Ms. Winslet, are those for me?"

Despite feeling slightly embarrassed, Morwenna handed them over, "Just a few regular books. You might already have them on your shelves."

his head, "No, I don't have these. I really appreciate the

was good they

truly cherished them, treating them as a precious gift-the first he had received

Claude, abandoning his usual skepticism about learning, listened

and was about to ask for some water when the door opened, and a servant entered, placing two beautifully

been a simple bread roll, and although she now had

had eaten, the sight of the delicious spread

like?" Morwenna replied politely, "Oh no, thanks, but it's fine, I've

the pink drink towards her, insisting, "Then have this

tried to refuse again, but Claude added, "I felt like having some snacks, but I don't have much of an appetite alone. Would you mind joining

the

warmth lighting up

and wanted to treat her well.