How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 1

"Morwenna, honey, take good care of yourself."

"Morwenna, you don't need to give all your scholarship money to Hope Elementary. You're going to college at Rosefrost Hollow, and let me tell you, it’s nothing like our little mountain town. I hear the tuition and living costs are sky-high."

The simple-hearted villagers in the secluded mountains were bidding farewell to a lovely young girl.

The girl was in the typical attire of a less fortunate young woman, wearing a white T-shirt paired with faded blue jeans.

She had her long hair tied back in a high ponytail, and her bright eyes and well-defined nose complemented her delicate, slightly chubby face, making her look charmingly soft and adorable.

With a big backpack and various pieces of luggage, Morwenna Winslet boarded the bus heading to the city. She sat by the window, waving at everyone with a radiant smile.

"See ya, everyone! And please tell Principal Johnson to keep our school going a bit more. The kids can’t miss out on education. As soon as I'm making money, I'll contribute to the school."

Having grown up in the mountain town, Morwenna had earned a place at Rosefrost Hollow University and was leaving her rural life behind.

With some time left before the semester started, she hurried to Rosefrost Hollow to meet Norbert Hetfield, who had funded her education for years.

And incidentally, she was to marry his good-for-nothing grandson.

Morwenna took a two-day train ride in economy class to Rosefrost Hollow to save money.

At the agreed spot, she met Norbert Hetfield, dressed in a dignified suit, looking as kind-hearted as she had imagined.

Norbert, grinning from ear to ear, asked, "Wenna, are you totally sure you want to marry my good-for-nothing grandson?"

Without hesitation, Morwenna slapped her chest confidently and declared, “Absolutely!”

She had thought it through. A favor as big as the ocean deserved a grand gesture in return.

Norbert had been funding education in the mountain town for decades, and she was one of the beneficiaries. Such a huge debt of gratitude needed to be repaid.

Norbert often complained about his grandson being a complete letdown, a 28-year-old man who wasn’t married, which seemed rather pitiful.