How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna was feeling down as she headed out for the day.

In the morning, she was feeling all kinds of blue while chopping up some fish.

In the afternoon, even her tutoring session seemed to drag.

Later, when she met Claude, his expression carried a subdued malice. He asked, “Ms. Winslet, how was the party last night?”

Flipping through a textbook, Morwenna replied, “Not great. I had some delicious food, danced a slow waltz with Stuart, and then I headed home.”

A subtle smirk curled at the corner of Claude’s mouth.

“Dancing, huh? It seems that guy holds her in higher regard than I thought.” Claude thought, “Did my interference work? His collaboration with the Irons family might not be going so smoothly after all.”

Suddenly remembering something, Morwenna pulled out a box from her bag and handed it to Claude.

“Oh, by the way, I bought you this telescope. You don’t like going out much, but the view outside is beautiful. This telescope is for professionals; you can see far away from the attic upstairs.”

The hidden smirk on Claude's face froze, making his expression rather odd.

Morwenna didn’t notice and took out her phone, asking, “Claude, do you have WhatsApp? I’d like to add you.” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Claude, somewhat absentmindedly, took out his phone.

Morwenna added him as a friend. Then Claude's phone began to buzz incessantly.

His gaze shifted from the telescope to his phone.

On the WhatsApp chat screen, photo after photo popped up.

There were lively fish from the market.

There were pictures of the sky with white clouds.

There were flowers blooming along the roadside.

As Morwenna scrolled through her gallery, continuing to send pictures, she said softly, “Even if you don’t go out, you can still see the world. I’ve got your WhatsApp now. Whenever I see something interesting or beautiful, I’ll snap a photo and send it to you. I’ll see the world for you. Of course, I might not have seen much myself, can’t see too far, can’t see too much, but no matter, I’ll share what I do see with you.”

Claude’s pale eyes gradually widened, as if something was choking him.

He suddenly stood up, his voice hoarse with emotion, “Ms. Winslet, you should go home today. I’m not feeling well; I need some rest.”

Morwenna, who was still sending photos, looked up at him, concerned. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling ill? Do you need a doctor?”

Claude kept his head down, avoiding her gaze, and said in a subdued tone, “It’s nothing. I’ll just rest and call the doctor if needed. Please go ahead, Ms. Winslet.”

Morwenna was disappointed to miss a day of tutoring but was more concerned about Claude’s health.

Seeing that he genuinely seemed unwell, she quickly got up to leave. “Get some good rest. I’ll ask the butler to call the doctor for you.”

“Okay.”

Morwenna closed the door behind her as she left.

The moment Morwenna was out of sight, Claude grabbed a kitchen knife from the table and cut into his arm.

In that moment, he desperately wanted to harm himself.

He was a disgusting monster.

Ms. Winslet was kind to him.

And what did he do? He manipulated her, he schemed.

Cut after cut, his arm was a bloody mess, he looked crazed and freaky.

He seemed more unhinged than the Claude Morwenna had first encountered.

Blood accidentally splattered onto the telescope.

Claude immediately dropped the knife and frantically grabbed a towel to wipe it off.

But with his bloody hands, it only got bloodier.

He stumbled back, as if he couldn’t bear to come close to something that belonged to Morwenna, as if his filthy self didn’t deserve to touch something so clean.

Claude crouched down, hugging his head, overwhelmed with self-loathing.