How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 199

Facing Claude's questioning gaze, Morwenna shook her head. "No, why would you think that?"

Claude stared into Morwenna's eyes, "Then why haven't I been able to reach you lately? It's my fault for falling sick and taking time off. I won't do it again. Please, don’t leave, okay?"

Morwenna frowned slightly, "I had someone notify you that I needed to take a few days off."

"No, you must be tired of me. Didn't you say you'd send me pictures? Didn't you promise to show me the world outside?"

"That's because I didn't have my phone with me these past few days."

Morwenna wasn't one for beating around the bush. If there was an issue, it needed to be addressed directly.

Claude seemed taken aback.

Morwenna raised her left hand for Claude to see, "Look, I had an accident recently and injured myself. I've been in the hospital until today."

Claude's expression changed dramatically at the sight of Morwenna's bandaged palm and splinted fingers.

A moment of worry replaced his previous despondency.

His voice grew louder with concern, "Ms. Winslet, what happened to you? How did you get hurt so badly? I… I…"

Morwenna sighed at the sight of the troubled young man before her, "I'm alright now. The real question is, why haven't you been taking your medication?"

Claude hung his head, taking on a sorry look.

Morwenna pulled out the medication provided by the butler, "How many of these should I give you? And what about these?"

"Two of each at a time."

Morwenna was about to split the pills, but seeing her struggle, Claude quickly took the pills, swallowing them dry before Morwenna could react, as if fearing her anger if he delayed.

"Hey, you…"

Morwenna quickly handed him a glass of water, finding herself at a loss for words.

After taking a few sips, Claude asked cautiously, "Ms. Winslet, there's so much I don't understand. Could you tutor me today?"

Unable to say no to Claude's hopeful look, Morwenna agreed, "Alright, let's see what you're having trouble with."

The prospect of returning to Stuart was daunting, so she decided to stay.

Claude's eyes lit up as he began to ask questions.

Despite her left hand being out of commission, Morwenna's right was fine, enabling her to tutor without issue.

Claude had accumulated many questions over the days they hadn't seen each other, eager like a diligent student needing to catch up.

Morwenna answered patiently as time ticked by.

Before they knew it, two hours flew by, Claude still had loads of questions, and Morwenna wasn't making any move to leave.

Midway, the butler brought in a variety of foods.

Claude nodded in appreciation. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Back when Morwenna was scrimping and saving every day, Claude always tried to prepare delicious food for her visits.

Morwenna treated every eager student with seriousness, just as Melvin had done for her, with patience and kindness.

After addressing all of Claude's questions, it was already 11 p.m.

Morwenna stood up to stretch her shoulders, and Claude immediately rose to ask, "Ms. Winslet, are you leaving?"

His eyes conveyed a sense of unease.

Morwenna sat back down, her heart softening.

In Claude, she saw a reflection of her younger self.

Though worlds apart, with Claude living a life of luxury and she having struggled, Morwenna felt a connection.

Claude seemed to mirror her own youthful disillusionment with the world and its people, clinging to Melvin's kindness as her only solace.

In that moment, Morwenna felt as if she had become Melvin.

"I'll stick around a bit more. If you're not up for snoozing yet, why don't we read? Got any favorite books lately?"