How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

This girl was still using a flip phone from a decade ago. You can’t even find these on the market anymore. How long were she planning to keep using it?

The young man couldn’t help but interject, “Little lady, my phone isn’t like the ones you find in the stores. It’s got the latest chip, top-of-the-line technology, the best camera, and most importantly, it’s secure. No data leaks whatsoever.”

Morwenna shook her head, “No need. My phone makes calls, sends texts, and that’s enough for me. I don’t see the point in spending money on a new one.”

The young man was at a loss for words. His custom-built, high-end phone got rejected for the first time. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Just then, Stuart handed Morwenna the new phone with a freshly installed SIM card, "Your old phone isn’t as convenient as you think."

"How so? It works just fine for me."

"Well, over in Rosefrost Hollow, there's a bunch of free bike-sharing programs. If you had an app like WhatsApp, you could just scan a QR code and ride for free."

Morwenna hesitated. The thought of saving on bus fares every month was tempting.

"And you can link your bank account," Stuart added. "When you get your paycheck, you can transfer money in two minutes to your headmaster."

Her eyes lit up. That did sound appealing, especially since she had seen Stuart make a lightning- fast transfer before. It would make it so much easier to send money to her old headmaster.

The young man was baffled. Every smartphone could do these things. How was this a selling point?

But then, Morwenna timidly asked, "How much for this phone? I’ll buy it."

Stuart casually replied, "It's cheap. It’s just something I put together myself. Since you owe me quite a bit already, I’ll cover it for now. You can pay me back later."

Morwenna examined the sleek, black phone, quite unlike anything she had seen before, and certainly not as flashy as the ones Fletcher and Keira had.

"Alright, no problem!" she agreed, relieved. She trusted Stuart – he was a good man.

The young man was dumbfounded. Cheap? Bike-sharing? Mobile banking? This was a phone that was one of fewer than fifty in the world!

Stuart set up a WhatsApp account for Morwenna and saved his own number on her phone. Now, they could stay connected easily.

The young man watched, staggered. Was this patient person in front of him really the Mr. Hetfield he knew, or had some spirit taken over him?

As they left the lab, Stuart also bought Morwenna some clothes without asking what she wanted, choosing and paying for them himself. Morwenna didn't even get to see the price tags.

She felt even more indebted to Stuart, convinced more than ever of his kindness.

On the way home, Morwenna played with her new phone and accidentally activated the camera. Amazed by the clarity of the photos it took, she sneakily snapped a picture of Stuart.

He looked up just then.

Morwenna quickly pocketed the phone, acting as if nothing had happened.