How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Orson listened from a distance, a smirk playing on his lips. It was clear as day that Mrs. Hetfield was the golden girl around here.

This was the Hetfield Estate, after all.

Even Mr. Hetfield's own son-in-law didn't get the privilege to stay at the estate regularly, let alone anyone else.

And now, they were letting Mrs. Hetfield host a reunion party for her classmates.

Morwenna hung up the phone, a wide grin on her face. "Let's go. Grandpa said he's prepared some goodies for us."

"No need to fuss over us, we've brought some snacks along. Just a little something to munch on," Lorna called out loudly.

Morwenna obediently nodded. "Okay, then let's head out."

With friends in tow, Morwenna opted out of biking and led the group to the bus stop instead.

Surprisingly, not even the usually headstrong Lorna objected.

These were kids from wealthy families, accustomed to getting chauffeured around in luxury cars, with some never having set foot on a public bus before.

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nearly empty, and they sat quietly like well-behaved kids, amusing Morwenna to

hour's ride, they arrived near an old neighborhood. The surroundings had them thinking this was where

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signaling for them to follow. "Come on, we're not there yet. We'll need to catch a cab

they were convinced Morwenna lived even further out. No bus

silently got into the cab, with Lorna

wouldn't splurge on a cab, but she couldn't possibly have her friends bike along with

of the cab, surrounded by an area so secluded, skyscrapers were nowhere in

Morwenna leading them, they might

by a modest bungalow, reminiscent

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was an old, wooden

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never really asked Morwenna about her

only heard stories of her living in the mountains and assumed she had moved since then, especially given her grandfather's flawless Rosefrost Hollow accent, devoid of any regional dialect. A middle-aged

brought some classmates home for a

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