How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 144

The butler sighed with relief and asked, "So, Ms. Winslet, can you come over this afternoon?"

Morwenna quickly agreed, “Of course! I'll be there in a jiffy!”

As soon as the call ended, Morwenna's face lit up with joy.

On the other end, the butler also felt relieved.

He looked towards the noisy room and took a deep breath before approaching.

He gently knocked on the door.

A defiant young voice came from inside: "Get lost, don't disturb me."

"Sir, Ms. Winslet mentioned she's also available on the weekend and would like to come over to tutor you. She'll be here soon."

The banging noises from the room ceased.

After a moment, Claude said with urgency, “Hurry up and get someone to clean this up.”

The butler respectfully replied, “Right away, sir.”

His sole purpose as a butler was to ensure the young master was at peace.

The allowance provided each month was more than enough to hire a dozen tutors if needed.

The butler quickly arranged for the cleaning staff.

He glanced around the room; almost everything was destroyed except for the large bookshelf, which seemed deliberately spared from the chaos.

The maids, heads bowed, were careful not to make eye contact, fearing the young master's wrath.

Suddenly Claude snapped, “You’re all so slow with your heads down, speed it up!”

The maids were startled. Should they stop bowing?

But if they didn’t, what if they caught Claude’s eye?

One maid tentatively lifted her head slightly; Claude didn’t react.

Now, Claude wasn’t concerned about whether they saw him or not. He was worried that Morwenna would arrive too soon and see the mess.

These weren’t purchased but picked from Norbert’s garden, who had remarked that they would wilt if not picked soon.

Upon her arrival, the butler’s usually formal smile turned genuinely warm.

Inside, she encountered two grateful-looking maids.

Morwenna, puzzled by their warmth, continued holding the flowers into Claude’s room.

The room was as orderly as before, the bookshelf even more stocked with books.

Morwenna cheerfully said, “These are for you.”

Claude took the flowers, visibly delighted, almost to the point of being flustered.

Then Morwenna pulled out her tutoring materials, notebook, and her own phone, placing them all on a nearby table.

Claude, initially in high spirits, saw Morwenna’s phone on the table.

His face immediately turned gloomy.