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."

at the titles and shook his head, "No, I don't have

It was good they weren't

them, treating them as a precious

began her tutoring session, and Claude, abandoning his usual skepticism about learning, listened attentively. He thought to himself that having Morwenna as his tutor wasn't so

servant entered, placing two beautifully colored drinks and an array of delicate pastries on the table.

Her lunch had been a simple bread roll, and although she now had some money, she was saving hard

she had eaten, the sight of the

the drinks and asked, "Ms. Winslet, which one would you like?" Morwenna replied politely,

drink towards her, insisting, "Then have

some snacks, but I don't have much of an appetite alone. Would you

a sip of the

smiled softly, a genuine warmth lighting up

liked this teacher and wanted to treat her well. Simple and direct, with