How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 378

After finally feeling settled, Morwenna didn't hesitate to call Stuart.

The phone was picked up almost immediately.

In a soft, almost melodic tone, Morwenna called out, "Stuart?"

It seemed Stuart was in the middle of something, given the rustling of papers Morwenna could hear through the phone. She figured he must be going over some documents.

"Am I interrupting?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

"Not at all. What's up? Calling early today, are you in the mood for a bedtime story?" Stuart's voice, though occupied, carried a warm undertone.

At the office, Stuart's assistant, clutching a stack of documents for signature, couldn't help but want to exclaim, "Mr. Hetfield, do you even hear yourself? Do you actually have time for storytelling?"

Quick to refuse, Morwenna said, "No, no stories tonight. The grand opening of the courier shop is tomorrow, and everyone suggested I get some rest early today, so I headed back to the dorm. I'll probably head to bed right after our call."

It had become a nightly routine, unbeknownst to Morwenna, to report her day to Stuart before sleep.

Stuart's voice, ever so composed, asked, "Got everything sorted for tomorrow?"

"The decor is all set. We're thinking of making the opening a bit of an event. I remember back in my hometown, store openings would have parades or even marching bands—it was always such a spectacle. Though, we can't pull off something like that at the university. But everyone's pitching in with the planning."

"Do you want a parade? Or a band?" Stuart inquired, picking up on her nostalgic tone.

"What? Oh," Morwenna stuttered, a bit taken aback before continuing, "I mean, I'd love that, but it's not really feasible with university regulations."

Before Stuart could respond, Morwenna softly began sharing her university experiences, "Stuart, I've got to tell you, I've improved on my exams again, and I've made so many friends. Everyone's just so nice..."

Her voice faded into whispers, eventually giving way to the steady rhythm of sleep.

Stuart, listening to the calming breaths on the other end, gently ended the call.

Want a parade or a band?

He looked up, instructing his still-waiting assistant, "Arrange for a lion dance troupe. Contact Rosefrost University to celebrate the new store opening. Oh, and send over a bunch of flower bouquets."