How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Orson didn't give a hoot whether Mr. Hetfield was in a foul mood or not.

Seeing everyone was aboard, Orson floored it, zooming off at breakneck speed.

It was a good hour's drive from Hetfield's Homestead to Rosefrost University. Norbert insisted they drive Morwenna to school early for registration.

Stuart stood at the front door, looking like a man left behind, his face a picture of gloom.

Meanwhile, with a brooding expression, Claude was perched up in the attic, telescope in hand, watching Morwenna depart from afar.

Morwenna's phone chimed twice when she had just set off in the car. Pulling it out, she saw two texts.

Stuart texted, [I'll visit you in a few days.]

Claude sent her a message. [Ms. Winslet, I'll be waiting for your return.]

Suddenly, Morwenna felt overwhelmed.

Stuart said he was coming to visit her, heh? But how? To the campus? To her dorm?

so many people around campus, what if

[Focus on your

Claude's sullen face brightened

cage, he couldn't stop Morwenna from leaving, and he

stared at her phone, at a loss for how

a scene,

Norbert suddenly asked, "By the way, Wenna, what major

away her phone, Morwenna

curious.

about these hidden spots. I want to

she looked at Norbert earnestly. "Norbert, I can't help everyone alone, so I want to bring these stories to those

smiled warmly. "Of course, it is.

blossomed upon

helping children who couldn't

gone, she'd

a rural teacher her whole life. She needed to let more

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