How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

It was just that Dahlia and Morwenna weren't quite at that level of friendship yet.

Dahlia was reserved, so even giving Morwenna a heads-up was the best she could do. There was no way she'd go out of her way to offer help.

Morwenna remembered it but didn't stress too much about the situation. She always believed in the power of reason.

Before long, Lorna returned, drenched in sweat from playing basketball, and headed to the shower after a brief huff upon seeing the two chatting. Meanwhile, Dahlia lay down to scroll through her phone.

The dorm grew quiet.

It was about Morwenna's bedtime, but she pulled out a book instead.

Morwenna wasn't one for phones or video games. Most of her time was for work, and she spent it reading.

the most tattered books. Upon arriving in Rosefrost Hollow, she found the prices at the local bookstore too expensive. She couldn't justify buying many, but thankfully, the university library was free, a small slice

would have been to know she had access

clock. It was 11 PM. She yawned, fought the urge to continue reading,

wasn't ready for bed yet. She took out some cashmere yarn and knitting needles instead. She had promised to knit a sweater for Stuart before the weather turned chilly, and she dedicated an hour each day

time to sleep after rubbing her sore neck. Any later, and she'd be groggy for

was still on her phone, and Lorna seemed to be

a problem an upperclassman

Morwenna drifted

not to disturb her still-sleeping roommates as usual. She knew their habits well by then. They'd skip breakfast and sleep in if they

out and headed for the cafeteria, where the food was incredibly affordable. Breakfast was two pancakes and a cup of milk for just three dollars,

Morwenna found a quiet corner and pulled out a language book, practicing her heavily accented, somewhat