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.

Morwenna cherished even the most tattered books. Upon arriving in Rosefrost Hollow, she found the prices at the local bookstore too expensive. She

have been to know she had access to an endless

She yawned, fought the urge to continue reading, and

cashmere yarn and knitting needles instead. She had promised to knit a sweater for Stuart before the weather turned chilly, and she dedicated an

to sleep after rubbing her sore neck. Any

still on her phone, and Lorna seemed to

her bed curtains closed and tried to sleep. As she lay there, she pondered whether to ask Stuart for help with a problem an upperclassman had approached her about. Stuart was well-

Morwenna drifted off to

still-sleeping roommates as usual. She knew their habits well by then. They'd skip breakfast and sleep in if they

affordable. Breakfast

a language book, practicing her heavily accented,