How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Hey Greta, looks like we're practically the same shoe size. Why don't you take my flip-flops home with you?"

Greta didn't respond immediately.

Morwenna, worried that Greta was concerned about leaving her barefoot, quickly added, "You know, I spent my childhood running around barefoot in the countryside, wading through streams, and climbing hills without any trouble. It's not far back to the dorm from here. I can walk back barefoot, no problem at all."

But Greta wasn't concerned about that. It was just her nature; she never took anything from anyone without giving back much more in return. That's why people in the Rosefrost Hollow clique were always eager to do her favors, scheming to create opportunities to give her things.

But no one had ever dared to offer Greta their used flip-flops. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The eldest daughter of the Irons family wearing someone else's cast-offs? Unthinkable.

However, after a brief pause, Greta slipped on Morwenna's flip-flops, saying, "Thanks, then. I'll head off now. Bye."

Morwenna waved with a smile, "Bye, take care, Greta."

As Greta walked away, she did so with elegance, even in borrowed flip-flops.

After seeing Greta off, Morwenna hurried back to the dorm.

The night owls of the dorm were all doing their own thing, and Morwenna quietly let Keira know she was back.

she rinsed her feet and made do with

as she finished up and hadn't yet climbed into bed, her phone buzzed with a call from Stuart. Scrambling onto her bed, she accidentally banged her arm against the bed

"What's wrong?"

just bumped my

rush, I can wait," he

felt her cheeks

settled in and drew the curtains

Morwenna

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cashmere yarn would eventually become a man's sweater, each stitch filled with Morwenna's tender

story was a fairy

lounging back in his chair, certainly not all buttoned up, a playful glint in his eye. Morwenna's

Stuart's voice, she imagined unbuttoning his shirt, biting

on any

phone, seemed to

always found Stuart

advice only fueled her