How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

No matter how much she thought about it, Morwenna was convinced she wasn’t at fault.

In the dead of night, she was jolted awake from a deep sleep.

She had dreamt that Adelaide had taken her own life, and Stuart blamed her, accusing her of being the reason for the tragedy. “If it weren’t for you, Adelaide wouldn’t have been driven to this,” he had said in her dream.

She glanced at the clock, it read 4 AM, and Stuart hadn’t come back.

Even if he had gone to sort things out, it should have been resolved by now.

What was Stuart doing at this hour?

Was he with Adelaide?

An inexplicable pressure built in her chest.

In her heart, Stuart was different from other men.

She could say she was just thankful, but Stuart was her lawfully wedded husband, they had the marriage certificate to prove it.

This bond made Morwenna instinctively more concerned of him.

Unable to fall back asleep, she lay awake until dawn, her mind racing.

Stuart never came back. He really had spent the night with another woman, not returning at all.

As soon as it was light, Morwenna left the hospital.

By the time Fletcher arrived at the hospital with an elegant breakfast tray, Morwenna was already at the Windcharm Villas farmer’s market.

Looking around the empty hospital room, Fletcher grumbled, “She's already out and about by seven? If I knew, I would've gotten here earlier.”

But Morwenna didn’t dwell too long on her unhappy thoughts; she had to earn a living.

Last night, while stepping out to grab some dinner near Healing Streams Medical Center, she had found another job.

Someone needed a caregiver to watch over a patient from 10 PM to 5 AM. The job required staying up late, so the pay was decent, and Morwenna, needing the money, had agreed without hesitation.

Now, her days were packed full.

She didn’t have much time to think about anything else. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

After delivering fish in the morning, Morwenna headed to a bookstore. The hardcover books weren’t cheap, but with the high tutoring wages from Claude, she bought three. None of those preaching self-help books, but a collection of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales, an action-packed adventure, and a pop-up book about the planets.

Morwenna carried the books with her to tutor.

At her student’s house, everyone was bustling about.

“The young master’s meal is ready,” announced one servant.

“The young master’s drink is also ready,” added another.

“The bookshelf is neatly organized,” chimed in a third.

Everyone entered with their heads bowed, not daring to look up at Claude.

Even though Claude had been in a better mood lately, no longer lashing out as before, they all still approached him with a mix of fear and caution.

Claude was used to this demeanor from them, and today, he wasn’t angry but rather, he was looking forward to Ms. Winslet’s arrival.

Even if he was a person forever shrouded in darkness, in Ms. Winslet’s eyes, he was just another student.

Morwenna carried her canvas bag on one shoulder and held a red plastic bag in her right hand, filled with books. The bookstore had gone eco-friendly and didn’t provide bags, so she brought her own.

She was still wearing her old high school uniform.

The uniform wasn’t worn out, and she couldn’t bear to throw it away, so she continued to wear it.

Now, Norbert had bought Morwenna some new clothes, but she couldn’t bear to wear those pretty garments to work, so she stuck to her old outfits.

When she arrived, the butler who opened the door was taken aback.

This old and plain attire was something he hadn’t seen in many years.

Especially in this affluent neighborhood, it was rare to see someone dressed so modestly, carrying a plastic bag…