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."

don't have these. I really appreciate the

It was good

them as a precious gift-the first he had received from

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

for some water when the door opened, and a servant entered, placing two beautifully colored drinks and an array of delicate pastries on

been a simple bread roll, and although she now

the sight of the delicious spread

would you like?" Morwenna

towards her, insisting,

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

Morwenna quickly took a sip of the drink and

genuine warmth lighting

and wanted to treat her well. Simple and direct,