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.

one pair of flip-flops, so she

late today, and just 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

"What's wrong?"

bumped

rush, I can wait," he said

felt her

settled in and

began reading an English story, and Morwenna picked up

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man's sweater,

was a

mind wander. She could easily picture him, lounging back in his chair, certainly not all buttoned up, a playful glint in his eye. Morwenna's thoughts drifted to the things Greta had taught her,

voice, she imagined unbuttoning his shirt, biting his storytelling lips, holding

if this went on any longer,

through the phone, seemed to beckon

always found Stuart irresistibly

only fueled her