How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Leaving Claude's place, Morwenna hadn’t much else on her plate for the day.

She thought it might be nice to drop by The Hetfield Group and surprise Stuart with a packed lunch. Yet, memories of last night made her hesitant; she was usually straightforward, but could be shy at times too.

With time to spare, Morwenna decided to visit Keira at the hospital. She picked up some fresh fruit and hopped on her bike, pedaling her way to the healthcare facility.

Upon entering Keira's room, Morwenna found her sipping on some chicken soup. The joy in Keira’s eyes was almost tangible as she saw her friend. “Wenna, what brings you here? Have you eaten yet? How have you been? I... I...”

Keira's excitement made her words tumble over each other.

With a chuckle, Morwenna replied, “I’ve eaten, just came to check on you.”

The room was clean and airy, Keira looked well cared for, with neatly trimmed nails and a thermos within easy reach.

Morwenna had planned just a quick visit, but noticing Keira hastily finishing her soup and then looking expectantly at her, she suggested, “How about we go out for a bit?”

Keira nodded eagerly, and a smiling nurse brought over a wheelchair.

As Morwenna pushed Keira out of the hospital, she couldn’t help but ask, “Doesn’t the nurse take you out often?”

“Every day,” Keira quickly replied.

Morwenna wanted to say, ‘Then why do you look like you haven’t been out in ages?’ But knowing Keira’s timid nature, she held back.

Instead, Morwenna took Keira to a local free park. Explaining her choice, she said, “It's not that I’m stingy or anything, but with your health situation, you wouldn't exactly enjoy a theme park. The paid parks are expensive and the scenery isn’t much different.”

Keira was quick to agree, “Yeah, this place is lovely.”

Cheered by her friend's agreement, Morwenna pushed her around. “There’s a huge fish in the pond here. If you call its name, it comes out. It eats everything – fish food, bread, even doughnuts, it’s not picky.”

“Really? That sounds fun.”

They roamed around, and even when Morwenna pointed out some wildflowers saying they looked better than the ones in botanical gardens, Keira agreed wholeheartedly.

After spending the afternoon together and sharing a dinner, it was nearly dark when Morwenna returned Keira to the hospital. Before leaving, she pulled a handmade hair clip from her canvas bag – a delicately crocheted piece with a red bow. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Handing it over, Morwenna said, “I made this for you.”

Keira’s face lit up with surprise, “For me?”

“Yeah, you gave me a hair clip last time, so this is a return gift. I just hope you like it.”

“I love it! It’s the best gift I’ve ever received.” Keira immediately replaced her fancy headband with the red crocheted clip.

For Keira, who had received countless impersonal gifts over her nineteen years, this was the first that truly touched her heart. She looked at Morwenna, slightly stumbling over her words, “Does it look good?”

“It looks beautiful,” Morwenna assured her, smiling warmly as they shared a moment of genuine friendship.