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.

in the next instant, Claude was bandaging his arm, wrapping

agent was

but Claude was Norbert's choice, an assignment he

no choice but to

was already asleep, oblivious to the bustling opening day her modest courier shop would have, drawing well-wishers

dreams, Morwenna dreamt of Melvin, a sweet

grand opening wasn't until nine, and there was plenty of time. But as she got out of bed, Dahlia's curtain rustled, and

Morwenna whispered, "You're

"I need to

Dahlia followed Morwenna out of the

for one-on-one conversations, but days had passed without the right moment. Determined, she had set her

alone, they stepped outside, and Morwenna's stomach grumbled.

a favor, couldn't very well discuss business on an empty stomach. Pushing aside her impatience, she suggested, "Let's grab some