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."

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them as a precious

and Claude, abandoning his usual skepticism about learning, listened attentively. He thought to himself that having Morwenna as his

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

and although she now had some money,

of the delicious spread made

and asked, "Ms. Winslet, which one would you like?" Morwenna replied politely, "Oh no, thanks, but it's fine, I've already had

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

again, but Claude added, "I felt like having some snacks, but I don't have much of an appetite alone. Would you mind joining me, Ms. Winslet? I know I might look a bit off, and it might turn you off

took a sip of the drink

genuine warmth lighting up his cool

liked this teacher and wanted to treat