How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 248

Stuart hung up and dialed his assistant's number without hesitation, despite the late hour: "Send me a copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales right now, in ebook format."

The assistant was still burning the midnight oil. Ever since Mr. Hetfield had left the office early, it had become routine for them to work overtime.

Upon receiving the unexpected request, the assistant was utterly baffled.

"Grimm's Fairy Tales?" he thought. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The other two assistants, sporting dark circles under their eyes, exchanged confused looks before one chimed in, "What's up? Back to work. Let's try to wrap up soon. I'm about to drop dead here."

"Yeah, seriously. If Mr. Hetfield can finish this kind of work in a couple of hours, why are the three of us still struggling past midnight? It's killing us. Snap out of it and get back to work."

The dazed assistant quickly snapped out of it, hurriedly purchasing the requested ebook and sending it to Stuart with lightning speed.

Then, with a look of disbelief, he said, "Mr. Hetfield just called me, asking for a book. Grimm's Fairy Tales..."

The other assistant, still puzzled, asked, "Not a business journal? Not a financial report? Grimm's...?"

"Yep, Grimm's Fairy Tales!"

The most composed of the trio slapped the other two on the forehead and said, "Come on, use your brains. Does this sound like something Mr. Hetfield would read? It must be for Miss Winslet. Less chatting, more working. Do you guys want to finish up and go home or not?"

"Oh, right."

"Got it, we're on it. But Mr. Hetfield getting Grimm's Fairy Tales for Miss Winslet?"

"Back to work!"

After Stuart received the ebook, he immediately called Morwenna again. Morwenna picked up quickly.

Trying not to disturb her roommate, she curled up under her blankets and even put on headphones.

"Little one, I'll start from the beginning. These are ancient fairy tales and folklore. Are you sure you want me to read this to you late at night?"

"Sir, yes, please. I'm not scared of these stories. I'm tough."

Stuart chuckled softly.

Then he began to read Grimm's Fairy Tales in French.

Listening to his voice, refined yet cool, was like stepping out into the crisp winter air after being cooped up in a heated room for too long, smelling a refreshing scent of snow on pine.

Morwenna, who had been under intense academic pressure, felt her tension slowly melt away under the sound of his voice.

She found herself unable to focus on the words or the pronunciation; Stuart's voice enveloped her, echoing in her ears and caressing her heart.

Gradually, Morwenna closed her eyes.

She hadn't planned on sleeping just yet. She hadn't even prepared for bed, and she was wondering why Keira hadn't come back yet. But as she relaxed, she drifted off to sleep without even realizing it.

Stuart, reading on, noticed the steady breathing on the other end of the line.

His voice became softer and eventually, he stopped reading altogether.

After a long silence, he whispered, almost tenderly, "Goodnight."

"See you in a few days."

He had mentioned visiting Morwenna before but had put it off, worried she might be upset.

He decided to accept the invitation to the Rosefrost University welcome dinner, hoping to see how she was adjusting to college life.

Stuart didn't hang up the phone.

Without Morwenna, he found himself falling back into sleeplessness.

Before, he might have done anything to keep her by his side, not caring whether she wanted to study or work.

But now, he wanted something different for her. He wanted her to live a life filled with light and happiness, and he wanted to be good to her.

Listening to Morwenna's breathing, Stuart's restless heart finally began to find peace.

The night deepened. And sleep came easily to him.