How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna had finally started to see Stuart as one of her own.

He was, for all intents and purposes, her boyfriend, although she often felt there was something slightly off about their connection.

But Stuart wasn't like the others.

When he showed her care and concern, she found herself unwittingly opening up about her frustrations, much like a child who's lost and then finds solace in a parent's comfort.

Then came Stuart's text that threw her off: "Struggling with French, are we? Let me help you."

Morwenna paused, bewildered.

She thought Stuart was just trying to cheer her up.

She was at school, and he was at home. How on earth was he planning to teach her?

But the thought alone lifted her spirits. It wasn't that she was looking for help, really; she just needed someone to talk to. Venting to Stuart made her feel ready to tackle her studies with renewed vigor. After a light chuckle and feeling much lighter, Morwenna was about to put her phone away when it buzzed with a call from Stuart.

The vibration startled her.

room, she noticed Dahlia and Lorna were still

hadn't come

call

the curtains for privacy, even burrowing under her

what's up with the late call?" Her voice, muffled by

on WhatsApp, even less frequent than those with

you say you wanted to work

taken aback.

there ever a bad time

am

voice as low as possible, mindful of

"Struggling

my

pronunciation seemed an impossible task. Stuart easily understood her predicament. "Improving speaking is all about

smile on Stuart's face as he suggested this. He genuinely wanted Morwenna to

offering to read French to her? Considering his