How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Not long after, Morwenna emerged from the bathroom, her demeanor suggesting she wasn't in the mood for conversation with Stuart.

Stuart, caught in a moment of hesitation, headed for the bathroom, recalling Fletcher's old saying, "A lovers' quarrel can be resolved after sharing a good night's sleep. All troubles will be gone by dawn." Just as Stuart entered the bathroom, Morwenna's phone rang.

Her phone had been with Stuart until today when he returned it to her after their return.

The call connected, and it was Claude's butler on the line, his voice laced with urgency.

"Ms. Winslet, thank goodness we've reached you. The young master has had an incident, could you please come at once? We desperately need you here."

Morwenna, alarmed, asked, "What happened?"

"Oh, Claude!" The butler exclaimed suddenly before the call cut off. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

With her face paling, Morwenna didn't even bother to change out of her pajamas. She threw on a coat and rushed downstairs.

a whirlwind of events, and

had been dragged off for a

Morwenna dashed out unseen.

near Hetfield's Homestead, close enough for her to

it.

near Claude's door, which was firmly shut. The butler, pale as a ghost, was pleading softly, "Young

nearly dropped to

again, whispering, "Young master, Ms. Winslet

within the room, perhaps a chair falling

swung open, revealing Claude, pale

his pallor stark against the

gaze locked onto Morwenna, holding her

the maids' eyes on Claude, some

for the