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.

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