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."

I don't have these. I really appreciate the

It was good

cherished them, treating them as a

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

two beautifully colored drinks and

had been a simple bread roll, and although she now had some money,

had eaten, the sight of

pointed at the drinks and asked, "Ms. Winslet, which one would you like?" Morwenna replied politely, "Oh no, thanks, but it's fine,

her, insisting, "Then have

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

of the drink

smiled softly, a genuine warmth lighting up his cool gray

and wanted to treat her well. Simple