How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

He had kept his distance, yet the mere mention of her name sent Fletcher down memory lane, unable to resist the pull of memories.

With a self-deprecating smile, Fletcher slapped his own cheek lightly.

He had teased Stuart about being head over heels, but as it turns out, he wasn't faring any better himself.

Morwenna was one of those people who, once you got to know them, it was hard not to fall for them.

...

As soon as Morwenna walked in Claude’s room, she noticed his hair was tied up into a tiny top knot.

Last time she was here, she mentioned Claude's hair was getting too long and was covering his eyes, and he had decided to tie it up.

He looked so androgynously beautiful with a youthful vibe, and seeing the tiny top knot, Morwenna couldn't help but pinch Claude's cheek, her face lighting up with a smile, "Claude, you look so cute."

Claude turned his face slightly, his ears flushing red, and suddenly asked, "Ms. Winslet, do you like me?"

"Of course, I do. You're so good-looking, who wouldn't like you?"

"But do you like me more, or do you like... Stuart more?"

Morwenna couldn't help but laugh, "It's not the same."

"How is it not the same? Ms. Winslet, whatever you want, I can give it to you. Stuart, he... is not good. Ms. Winslet, could you please stop liking him?"

Morwenna replied seriously, "Claude, we shouldn't speak ill of others behind their backs. Stuart is a good person. You're still young; adult relationships are complicated. Anyway, what would you like to learn about today?"

Morwenna herself didn't quite understand, but she felt she was the adult.

Claude, head slightly bowed, fiddled with a scar on his wrist and didn't speak further.

Morwenna had already picked up a textbook, ready to begin the lesson.

The two-hour tutoring session flew by, and Morwenna recommended a new book to Claude before leaving.

After Morwenna left, Claude lifted his head. The obsession in the young boy's eyes was startling.

Why did she have to like Stuart? Out of all the people in the world, why did the one he cared about have to like Stuart?

Claude's obsessive thoughts were unknown to Morwenna.

To her, Claude was just a student she tutored.

At most, she felt a bit more sympathy and kindness towards him due to his unique circumstances.

It was a simple student-teacher relationship, and she would continue to share interesting photos with Claude, hoping to give him a glimpse into the outside world and instill in him some hope for life.

Morwenna's thoughts were simple, yet she underestimated Claude's obsession.

As she collected her pay and walked out, Orson was waiting outside. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Morwenna asked, puzzled, "What are you still doing here? Why haven't you gone back?"

She thought Orson had already returned to the mansion next door.

Orson shook his head, "I'm not going back. I want to accompany you, young mistress. Keegan is reliable. He'll keep an eye on Mr. Hetfield and make sure he doesn't sneak any drinks. Weren't you going to pick up young master? I'll take you there."

"Please don't call me young mistress; it feels odd."

"Alright, young mistress!"

Morwenna was speechless.

Unable to persuade Orson, Morwenna didn't bother correcting him further.

Initially, she planned to ride a bike there, but with Orson offering a lift, she didn't protest and got into the car.

The black luxury car pulled up to the entrance of the Hetfield Group.

The security guard perked up immediately, recognizing Mr. Hetfield's car!

He rushed over, opening the car door with respect.

Then, to his surprise, a young girl stepped out.

Her pretty face had a hint of baby fat, and her eyes were as innocent as a minor's...