How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Just a troubled young man, nothing to be scared of." She encouraged herself.

Morwenna lunged forward with the agility of an athlete, grabbing the boy's wrist with a swift maneuver that left his fingers tingling and forced him to drop the knife.

With the knife clattering to the floor, Morwenna swiftly pulled a curtain cord and tied the boy's hands together.

The boy was shocked. "What are you doing?"

Morwenna found a first aid kit in the room, dragged over a stool, and sat down in front of the boy to tend to his wounds.

The boy was furious and tried to resist.

"If you keep moving, I’ll tie up your legs too," Morwenna said sternly.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Shortly thereafter, his legs were also bound.

"Jerk, don’t touch me."

"How am I supposed to treat your wounds if I don’t touch you?"

"Stop staring at me!"

Morwenna glanced around, grabbed a large towel, and threw it over his head, covering his eyes. "There, now you can't see me staring." Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

The boy was silent, his inability to see only made him struggle more.

Annoyed, Morwenna tied him up securely and threatened, "Keep quiet, or I’ll gag you too!"

The boy quieted down, probably realizing he couldn't physically outmatch the woman before him.

Morwenna treated the cuts on his fingers.

Then she placed a textbook on the desk, pushed the boy into a chair, and removed the towel from his head.

The boy glared at Morwenna.

"What’s your name?" she asked.

He didn’t answer.

Morwenna flipped open the book on the desk and saw a name, "Claude, right?"

Claude continued to glare. "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm your tutor here to teach you," Morwenna said earnestly. "Keep it down. It's tutoring time, and I charge by the hour."

Claude searched Morwenna’s eyes for the same disgust he saw in others, expecting to be viewed as a freak. But all he saw was a teacher’s displeasure with a problematic student.

Morwenna had already started the lesson.

She was being paid. After all, she had professional standards to uphold.

Besides, if she didn't impress during this trial session, she would lose this gig.

No matter how intently Morwenna explained, Claude, with his limbs bound, wasn’t listening.

It seemed Morwenna didn’t mind.

After finishing the lesson, she turned to Claude and began to quiz him, "Multiple choice question. The bond market issues three types of bonds. Bond A has a value of $100, maturing in one year with a total of $103. Bond B has a value of $50, maturing in six months with a total of $51.4; Bond C has a value of $100, but is purchased at $97, maturing in one year with a total of $100. As a buyer, analyze the returns on these bonds from lowest to highest with options A: BAC, B: ACB, C: ABC, D: CAB. What’s your answer?"

Claude hadn’t listened or thought about it and didn't respond.

Morwenna picked up a pen and drew a small turtle on his face.

Claude was stunned.

"What’s your answer? If you don’t respond, it’s marked wrong. If so, I’ll draw a turtle on your face. When tutoring is over, I’ll march you around your house to show everyone."

Claude widened his eyes, "How... how you dare!”

“Oh, I would. Anyone who makes my job difficult is my enemy!”

After all, if she could stand up to Stuart, what was there she couldn’t do?