How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Agent Ramsey's heart nearly skipped a beat at the scene unfolding before him. The thought of his starlet, Claude, grabbing breakfast with Morwenna out in the open was a recipe for tabloid frenzy.

He was about to voice his concerns when a single glance from Claude silenced him. It was as if the young star had an air of command that left Ramsey speechless.

Feeling a sense of dread, Ramsey had no choice but to signal the bodyguards to follow at a discreet distance, ensuring their charge was protected without being overly intrusive.

Morwenna led Claude to the campus diner, a place that was usually deserted on Sunday mornings. After all, who would forsake the luxury of a lazy morning unless absolutely necessary?

However, Claude's presence soon turned the quiet diner into a bustling hub, reminiscent of a crowded farmers' market.

Eyes wide with excitement, Claude pointed at various dishes, "Ms. Winslet, I want this, and that, oh, and all of these, please..."

It was as if the young celebrity had never seen such a spread before, his enthusiasm knowing no bounds.

Morwenna frowned, "No, that's too much. It'd be wasteful."

Morwenna was known for her generosity towards friends, but she couldn't stand waste.

The diner was now buzzing with attention, mostly due to Claude's conspicuous presence. His refusal by Morwenna sparked outrage among the bystanders.

"Let the Angel have his feast, what's the harm?!" someone protested.

"Morwenna, don't be so stingy. My meal plan can cover it, let me pay!" another offered.

"How could you deny him, Morwenna? You're as cold-hearted as a witch!" the complaints flew.

Despite the uproar, Morwenna remained unmoved.

Agent Ramsey tensed, ready to step in and settle the bill himself, knowing too well the consequences of denying Claude's wishes.

Before he could move, Claude

nodded obediently, "Then, may ! have some fish fillet with vegetables, cucumber salad, and perhaps a bowl of vegetable soup?"

Morwenna nodded, "Alright, and let's add a beef stew to that."

Ramsey was dumbfounded. Was this compliant young man really the high-maintenance star he knew?

Regardless of Ramsey's shock, Claude enjoyed his meal thoroughly, with Morwenna keeping him company.

Claude had a sensitive stomach and ate slowly, but Morwenna patiently waited without rushing him.

Their meal was interrupted when Morwenna's roommate, Lorna, arrived, breathless from pushing through the crowd.

"Lorna, what's the rush? The shop doesn't open for another hour," Morwenna said, surprised.

Lorna, disheveled, exclaimed, "I was still asleep when Keira woke me up. There's a lion dance happening right outside our shop!"Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Morwenna's eyes sparkled, "A lion dance? Did you organize that?"

"No, wasn't it you?"

With a sense of urgency, they decided to check it out. Claude, having finished eating, eagerly joined them.

The diner was packed, and Ramsey was about to clear a path for them when Lorna shouted, "Folks, make

Wayoung lord is on a noble

quest!"

Her booming voice cut through the chatter, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea.

Ramsey was left bewildered by the turn of events, silently wondering what strange world he had stepped into as they made their way through the parting crowd.