How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

At that moment, Claude, with his striking silver hair and pale eyes, lounged in a chair, looking as flawless as a porcelain doll.

His agent, a bit on edge, announced, "Everything's arranged."

Claude's light gray eyes met the agent's, his smile sweet, "Thank you," he said appreciatively.

A shiver ran down the agent's spine, unexplained.

Claude had descended upon the company like a comet just a few days ago, immediately placed under this top agent's care by direct order from Norbert himself.

At first, the agent had thought him an angelic youth.

In these times, uniqueness was celebrated. Claude's silver hair and pale eyes didn't deter his appeal; if anything, they became his trademark. His devilishly handsome looks paired with a youthful voice, and his first two singles had already amassed a huge following.

Before the agent could revel in this success, he witnessed Claude playing with a knife on his arm, tracing patterns with a disturbing kind of madness.

The agent was terrified.

his arm, wrapping the wound meticulously, smiling as

was

but Claude was

no choice but to play

bustling opening day her modest courier shop would have, drawing

Melvin, a sweet dream

asleep. They must have been exceptionally quiet coming in last night, for she hadn't stirred. Morwenna decided to quietly get ready and leave without disturbing anyone. After all, her shop's grand opening wasn't until nine, and there was

whispered, "You're

gestured outside, "I need to

followed Morwenna out

had passed without the right moment. Determined,

and Morwenna's stomach grumbled. Embarrassed, she admitted,

very well discuss business on an empty stomach. Pushing aside her impatience, she suggested, "Let's