How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

He had kept his distance, yet the mere mention of her name sent Fletcher down memory lane, unable to resist the pull of memories. With a self-deprecating smile, Fletcher slapped his own cheek lightly.

He had teased Stuart about being head over heels, but as it turns out, he wasn't faring any better himself.

Morwenna was one of those people who, once you got to know them, it was hard not to fall for them.

...

As soon as Morwenna walked in Claude's room, she noticed his hair was tied up into a tiny top knot.

Last time she was here, she mentioned Claude's hair was getting too long and was covering his eyes, and he had decided to tie it up.

He looked so androgynously beautiful with a youthful vibe, and seeing the tiny top knot, Morwenna couldn't help but pinch Claude's cheek, her face lighting up with a smile, "Claude, you look so cute." Claude turned his face slightly, his ears flushing red, and suddenly asked, "Ms. Winslet, do you like me?"

"Of course, I do. You're so good-looking, who wouldn't like you?"

"But do you like me more, or do you like... Stuart more?"

Morwenna couldn't help but laugh, "It's not the same."

Winslet, whatever you want, I can give it to you. Stuart, he... is

we shouldn't speak ill of others behind their backs. Stuart is a good person. You're still young; adult relationships are complicated. Anyway, what would you like

quite understand, but she felt she was the

slightly bowed, fiddled with a scar on his

a

and Morwenna recommended a new book

left, Claude lifted his head. The obsession in the young boy's eyes

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her, Claude was just a

a bit more sympathy and

was a simple student-teacher relationship, and she would continue to share interesting photos with Claude, hoping to give him a glimpse into the

she collected her pay and walked out, Orson was

puzzled, "What are you still doing here?

thought Orson had already returned to

"I'm not going back. I want to accompany you, young mistress. Keegan is reliable. He'll keep an eye on Mr. Hetfield and make sure he doesn't sneak any drinks. Weren't you going to pick up young master? I'll

call me young mistress;