How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

At that moment, seeing that Barclay and Adelaide had drawn clear boundaries, someone thrust a paintbrush into Barclay's hand along with a half-full can of paint.

In a natural tone, they said, "Barclay, let's not dwell on the past. You're here now, so might as well help us paint. Us girls aren't exactly pros at this, and we're opening in three days. I figured we'd keep it simple and do the decorating ourselves."

Barclay, whose worldview was predominantly cynical, found himself holding a paint can, barely able to wrap his head around the situation. He was the eldest son of the prestigious Clark family and had never done anything like this before.

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laughable. Her incarceration was largely due to Stuart's significant influence. Yet, she was confident she'd be out soon. With her family's support, she'd be free in no time. Even without it, she wouldn't

knew it had to be her parents, coming to figure out her release. She still held value to the Gallagher family, with a good amount of money at her disposal and connections with the sons of prominent families.

only her mother, which surprised her. Given the gravity of the situation, she expected her father to be there too. Violet, hearing footsteps,

taken aback by the look but quickly regained her composure. "Mom, don't look at me like that. I didn't want this to happen. It was your constant nagging about securing Stuart that drove me to it.

seething anger, "Adelaide! You still want to get out? Why

you saying? How