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?

people around campus, what if

decided to reply to Claude first. [Focus on your studies. I'll come back to see and tutor you during my

attic, Claude's sullen face

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

stared at her phone, at a loss for

to his visit, it might cause a scene,

was pondering, Norbert suddenly asked, "By the way,

away her phone, Morwenna

was curious. "Why

but have no clue about these hidden spots. I want to be a journalist to travel far and wide, to bring these real stories to light so more help can reach those in need," Morwenna explained with a spark in

everyone alone, so I want to bring these stories

course, it is. I believe you'll do

smile blossomed upon receiving Norbert's

helping children who

she'd

couldn't help many by being a rural teacher her whole life. She

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