How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Claude always hated the spotlight and being the subject of gossip, yet his demeanor remained calm, devoid of any obsessive madness.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

To her surprise, the kid had transformed so much in just a few days.

Claude, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, suddenly grabbed Morwenna's hand and said, "Ms. Winslet, I haven't had breakfast yet. Could you take me somewhere to eat?"

Dahlia, who had been waiting impatiently, couldn't hold back any longer. "Morwenna, I still need to talk to you!"

Dahlia had finally spoken up and didn't want to leave things unfinished.

Claude then turned his gaze to Dahlia, his previously gentle and compliant eyes now resembled those of a venomous snake, his light grey pupils devoid of any human emotion.

He coldly said, "Listen, classmate, Ms. Winslet may be patient, but her friends aren't as forgiving. Some things are better left unsaid." Dahlia's face went through a series of changes, "What do you mean by that? Morwenna and I are friends."

Claude leaned in closer to Dahlia, lowering his voice so Morwenna couldn't hear, "You think you can use Ms. Winslet to climb up to Stuart's level? Just take a look at yourself first. Do you think Stuart is that easy to reach? The Scott family... please."

Dahlia turned pale.

She didn't recognize the boy before her, but his casual mention of Stuart indicated his extraordinary background. Even her father would respectfully refer to Stuart as Mr. Hetfield.

Dahlia wanted to say something.

But Morwenna intervened, "Claude, don't be rude."

Claude stepped back obediently, quieting down as if he hadn't said anything.

Once Claude stepped back, Morwenna turned to Dahlia, "I'm sorry, but I can't help you with this. As a friend, I hope you won't bring this up again." Morwenna's gaze was so firm it was clear she wouldn't be swayed.

Dahlia looked deeply at Mad

before walking away. She had initially been just upset about

Morwenna's seemingly perfect life, but now, resentment had grown.

Morwenna didn't try to stop her. There were some principles she couldn't compromise on, no matter who it was. Seeing Morwenna's stern face, Claude tugged at her sleeve.

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Morwenną looked at him, saying gently, "Little Claude, I can't accompany you today. My shop opens in two hours, and I want to get there early to prepare.

But Claude was no longer alone.

He had a circle of people who adored him and an agent who always looked out for him.

Morwenna felt it was time to let Claude handle some things on his own, not wanting to be by his side for everything.

But then Claude, still holding onto her sleeve, looked down and said softly, "I've never eaten in the school cafeteria before." His voice was so pitiful, so aggrieved.

From the moment Claude became, self-aware, he had avoided strangers and disliked the way people looked at him as if he were a monster.

All his learning had been at home, with private tutors.

He had never experienced the ordinary childhood joy of running around a schoolyard, let alone eating in a school cafeteria. Hearing Claude say this, Morwenna's heart melted.

Forget about letting go, the kid was too pitiable!

Eating breakfast with him wouldn't affect the opening...

In three seconds, Morwenna had convinced herself, immediately agreeing, "Alright, let's go to the cafeteria for breakfast!"