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?

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first. [Focus on your studies. I'll come back to see

Claude's sullen face brightened

he couldn't stop Morwenna from leaving, and he couldn't follow her. He could

to Claude, Morwenna stared at her phone, at a loss

to his visit, it might cause a scene, but

asked, "By the way, Wenna, what major

away her phone, Morwenna replied,

curious. "Why

of good people want to help 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

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

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