How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 244

It was just that Dahlia and Morwenna weren't quite at that level of friendship yet.

Dahlia was reserved, so even giving Morwenna a heads-up was the best she could do. There was no way she'd go out of her way to offer help.

Morwenna remembered it but didn't stress too much about the situation. She always believed in the power of reason.

Before long, Lorna returned, drenched in sweat from playing basketball, and headed to the shower after a brief huff upon seeing the two chatting.

Meanwhile, Dahlia lay down to scroll through her phone.

The dorm grew quiet.

It was about Morwenna's bedtime, but she pulled out a book instead.

Morwenna wasn't one for phones or video games. Most of her time was for work, and she spent it reading.

Growing up in the mountains, Morwenna cherished even the most tattered books. Upon arriving in Rosefrost Hollow, she found the prices at the local bookstore too expensive. She couldn't justify buying many, but thankfully, the university library was free, a small slice of heaven for her.

She often thought of Melvin and wondered how thrilled he would have been to know she had access to an endless supply of books.

After reading quietly for a while, Morwenna glanced at the clock. It was 11 PM. She yawned, fought the urge to continue reading, and put the book down.

But she wasn't ready for bed yet. She took out some cashmere yarn and knitting needles instead. She had promised to knit a sweater for Stuart before the weather turned chilly, and she dedicated an hour each day to the task.

Her French was weak. Back in the hills, her school had no foreign teacher, and it wasn't until high school in town that she began learning the language. Her high school teacher had a thick local accent, which didn't help much. Despite her efforts, without access to videos, audio learning, or conversation practice, she could only rely on rote memorization from textbooks. It resulted in a poor showing in French on her college entrance exams, especially in speaking, which was her weakest point.

So, she made it a point to practice speaking French aloud in a quiet corner every morning, following the advice that speaking was the key to learning a language.

Her practice was abruptly interrupted by snickers from nearby.

"Listen to that accent. It's like she's straight out of the countryside," one voice jeered.

"With that kind of French, she'd be a laughingstock anywhere she went. And to think she was chosen as the representative," another interrupted mockingly.